Missing Washington

Well folks, there's nothing much to report. I've just been doing school, three classes at the high school and the rest at home, I've been going to a different church each week, seeing a movie once in a while, eating sleeping, doing homework, helping out at my dad's office sometimes, writing, trying to keep in touch with friends, talking with Lace, emailing people, I installed messenger on my computer and had an IM conversation with Ashley, and that was fun. Just living life I guess. I'm bored. insanely so. Back in WA there wasn't anything to do in Lake Stevens either, but I had friends to talk to, and I had church to look forward to, and HomeLink to go to, and I was involved in different things that kept me busy. Here, it's hard to keep busy because everything is different. I'm not involved in any group or club or church, not even in my school really, because I'm just a part-time student. Public school has been pretty hard, because I don't know the routine, the patterns of public school, let alone high school. So I missed picture day, and I accidently missed English because I didn't know some details about block day, and I'm always missing important announcements because the school apparently doesn't send letters to inform people of important days, they announce it over the PA system...when I'm not there. A couple of my Vocab assignments for English have been turned in late because I was absent from school and there wasn an announcement that no one told me about. I took the PSAT on the 12th, and guess what? That just happens to be the day that all of my teachers give important homework that I know nothing about until it's too late. My dad wants me to take a full load this next semester, but I don't think I'm ready for that. I have enough problems keeping track of two out of my three classes, I don't need another three or four piled on top of that. Plus if he wants me to take on a full load it means that I have to take health and PE, which would suck.
On a different subject entirely...I have this picture that I took off my back deck in WA of Mt. Pilchuck and this gray cloudy sky up above and evergreen trees in the foreground. I miss that kind of a scene. The mountains aren't blue here like they should be, they're an unnatural, dead, brown color. It isn't only the flowers that wilt here. The trees wilt too. The birch trees here look like willow trees with their branches dragging on the ground, their leaves yellow. Of course down here everyone's got a sprinkler system, but the stark green grass stands out grotesquely from the rest of the surroundings. My parents just love it here, and I suppose I'm glad for them, but I miss the gray, Washington sky, I miss smelling that wonderful smell of wet earth right after a shower. I love knowing when it's going to snow because I can smell the snow in the air. I love the evergreen trees with their spikey needles. I love the pungent smell of evergreen when you walk through the woods. I don't mind sap on my hands, it's got a woody smell too. The blue mountains, the pink skies, there aren't ever pink sunsets here, only firey orange and red ones. I especially miss the mountains, far away, a safe wall barring anything evil. The snow on top, I love the taste of fresh, clean snow. You have to make sure that when you eat snow it doesn't have any gross stuff in it, so you have to carefully skim off the top layer of snow, and that first taste of freezing cold snow burns your tongue, and you smile from the ecstasy. I miss Starbucks, I miss Safeway, and Haggens, I miss my bank, I miss not having casinos and slot machines everywhere. I miss the clean air, unpolluted by people smoking their cigarettes, I miss the Viking Drive-In and HomeLink, I miss my library, small through it was, I miss being able to get on the internet and order all the books I ever wanted. I miss all the little things that defined my home. I like writing these descriptions of my home, because they help me remember. I can close my eyes and see the scene I'm trying to paint for you. A few eeks ago in church they were playing "Blessed Be Your Name", a song that we always used to sing at SPCC, and I closed my eyes, and I could see Taylor, in my mind's eye, playing his guitar, and Pete on piano, and I could hear my friends next to me singing, and then the song ended and I opened my eyes to...disappointment for lack of a better word. Winnemucca, an unfamiliar church with unfamiliar people, an unfamiliar life.
Well after this long description and pity party, you might be guessing that I'm missing Washington right now. You'd be right.