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I am sitting Indian style in the backseat listening to Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl and feeling what Dann would call Zen. Right now I am in between worlds, but it doesn't even feel epic. Everything just is. Recently I am finally understanding things I never quite did, like how good Broken Social Scene is, how close Lot 6 is to Wolfe Hall, and how everything just is. Bleaching your teeth. Hopefully on Tuesday I will see everyone and it will be a good time. I was thinking today about how much I miss high school and how I'm probably the only emergent college freshman to think that way. But I miss it in a positive way, you get me? I'm Taoist. I vascillate between contractions and expansions. In grammar, you perv. It is summer and it's ok that my computer lost the paper that was due in my History class today and it's ok that I had to rewrite it here, in the car, in the dark, and that I'm probably going to get a B in History. Because nothing really matters. Not that, anyway. You have a bug bite on your nose, cosa; this can be all about you. I don't know, but right now I really love Matt Lax (as in, that's my dominant thought, not that I only love him now). And not just because he has Livejournal and is going to read this. Because he holds hands differently and we shared ice cream and embraced in the terminal and for some reason that matters a lot right now. I can see the tip of my nose lit up from the screen light (I'm writing this in Notepad because I don't have internet on the highway). The first thing I'm going to do when I get home from Boston on Monday is get a haircut and my hair is going to feel good again and then everything will be perfectly aligned. Sleep on the floor and dream about me.