So... I'm supposed to be finishing this college app I'm working on. Really I'm stuck on this one essay. I have the common app all done and ready to send with the exception of this stupid essay. It's supposed to be between 250 and 500 words. 250 words about me. I'm gonna be sending this application to 12 colleges and they're asking me to present myself in 250 words.

I can write, I like to think of myself as a decent young writer. It's not the fact that I can't put my ideas into these words. It's that I'm having a hard time constraining myself (and my ideas) to the format they want. I'd rather write about some other place, another world. It could be the guy next door or a traveling squirrel. I've had to catch myself a few times already taking artistic liberty. They want to know about me, not about a character I create.

And its hard to sum it all up. My highschool career hasn't been a normal one to say the least. I started at a public school in the North Shore suburbs of Chicago. I had some rough spots to say the least, and wound up hiking in the High Uintas of Utah. Beautiful. Absolutely stunning; I remember most when, in the mornings, just as God was waking the sun would light the desert on fire and the sky cried for the burning sand. After that I got on a plane to the middle of nowhere Montana. Lost Prarie Road was little more a dirt scratch wedged between endless cows and cowpies. And I can't say it wasn't beautiful too. The sky was amazing. I used to wonder how the clouds could be so big and not crush us and how everything so far away had so much beauty as a whole. I remember looking across a huge valley and thinking the mountain across the way couldn't be that far away, but finding myself still in that valley 3 days later I rethought my position. I found myself in New Hampshire the following year and joined a cycling team. If you've never ridden a bike just to ride a bike, I suggest you find a nice road and pedal. Don't stop and if you're lucky enough to have a group to bike with, listen to the rhythm and the quiet wooshing of the tires on pavement and the little flapping of clothes and wind running past your ears.

Anyway, I'm back at that old public school on the North Shore and I'm enjoying it again. I found this amazing girl and I couldn't be happier. I guess I don't know how to explain that to colleges. How do you explain the oppressiveness of night in love with the beauty of the Montanan stars to a poor soul in Boston reading essay after essay?

I guess it's just me procrastinating. Maybe I'll get back to it, or maybe I'll hang those wall lights I've been meaning to wire. I mean I do still have 48 hours... xD