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back at vassar, because my life has become a series of backandforths. where is home these days anyway? train rides and there's the first snowfall of the year outside the window, flying by and melting fast. i love my family because we don't really make any sense at all when it comes down to it. god is an absurdist through and through. it's strange how i see my cousin once a year and yet when we get together we can talk frankly and smoothly and unawkwardly like times never changed. i realize i would be a different person (completely, for the worse, etc) if it werent for their presence in my life. thankyouthankyou, must make it to boston soon, not getting there once over four years is just unexcusable. elizabeth if you read this i hope europe is crazy and beautiful and when you return we have to reunite - i will visit you and you me (you must!) and.. damn it will be wonderful.
getting stoned last night with the roomie and recalling loony tunes as the shadows dance (or did they?) in the dark. we are good smoking partners, i dare say. they are hard to come by these days; winter days when good stoners are scarce and only the truly devoted brave the cold of the tree shadows and flooded grass behind jewett. afterwards i sat on my bed and contemplated life and drew my room in ballpoint pen.
i feel like going skiing right now. in the dark. at roundtop. sometimes i want to be 13 again. remember when things were simple (or were they, really)?
getting stoned last night with the roomie and recalling loony tunes as the shadows dance (or did they?) in the dark. we are good smoking partners, i dare say. they are hard to come by these days; winter days when good stoners are scarce and only the truly devoted brave the cold of the tree shadows and flooded grass behind jewett. afterwards i sat on my bed and contemplated life and drew my room in ballpoint pen.
i feel like going skiing right now. in the dark. at roundtop. sometimes i want to be 13 again. remember when things were simple (or were they, really)?