Aug 24, 2006 15:13
If i knew all the words
i would write myself out of here.
If i knew all the colors
I would paint you pretty in gold.
-Jason Mraz
I am packing. and getting sad. i leave tomorrow morning. i've got my shoes, my laptop and some pita and hummus, so everything should be ok. i'm glad that i know people there already. my roommate moved in a few days ago for marching band, so i won't be alone even though i'm moving in 5 days early. i miss everybody. i wish i could see you all before i go away. i can't send my kisses and hugs and good karma via the postal service. i love yall. thank you for being a part of my life. you've made high school and it's surrounding activities amazing, and hopefully i'll still see you once in a while. when i get a phone number i'll make sure to circulate it to everyone. I LOVE YOU!!!
Stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball.
-damien rice
(as a less sentimental sidenote, I had some delicious samosas for brunch this morning. 60 cents each! i'm going to miss the amazing indian store down the street. they had the perfect pita, too. i hope there's a good replacement in AA.)