nothing much happens

i got back from camp a few days ago. i hate having to go there and get attached to people and then leave so suddenly. all you can hope is that they come back next year. i played guitar at their talent show. people came and sat in front of my cabin every night aftward so that they could sit and listen to me play. it's really sweet, and it's really amazing, and i never know what to do or think. or say. i don't really think about anything when i'm playing, or i'm writing. all i see is a blur, or someone's eyes when we lock and they smile. igriped about not being able to write, and then i wrote a song. i think it's pretty okay. i've got a drummer now. he lives in west seattle, a ways from me. but it's okay. i'm excited. i have seven songs i want to begin working with him on. we're going to work our asses off: music is my life. i hope its's his. if it's not, then to bad. i'm restless. i can't think straight. i translate my thoughts into french as much as i can. i made a decision a bit ago, and i've been thinking aboutu it for a long time before. in my junior yeaar of high school i'm moving to france for either a year or a summer, depending on my money situation, as a foreign exchange student. i'm excited, and i'm rying not to get my hopes up. but really, i can't wait to get the fuck out of this place.