“…shed a teardrop each time a leaf falls.”

Hmm… Listening to Maaya’s older songs made me nostalgic… for a lot of things. First, when I lived in Glasgow, the flats were structured so that rows of neat houses would conceal the back yards. There, there was a huge yard separated by steel fences marking the boundaries for each property. There was one boy that I used to play soccer with every day after school.

Usually, when I walked back the three short blocks from my Catholic school to my home, I woud stop on the way at the local shop and buy a copy of a general knowledge magazine. This was back when those collect-the-whole-series weekly thing was all the rage. I still remember the name: Tree of Knowledge. Anyways, after getting home, I would run to the back yard and play soccer with this guy (forgot his name though =(). I also remember dragging my mom to the local park to play with me =).

Again, it’s kinda sad how little time I have to do everything I want. I was agonizing over how to manage my schedule so that all my courses and majors fit into an acceptable time range. *sigh* 2 or 3 majors? 3 or 4 years? What will I be doing after I graduate? I don’t even know. Let’s just see where this internship this summer takes me.

An interesting but random thought: I’ve always seemed to be drawn to European people rather than anyone else. I remember this one time in tennis class. I played against a Polish girl and after when we walked back, we laughed about how there were no Catholics in school and how everyone thought she was Russian. Ah, the things that me and my euro buddies still talk about even now.