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Jan 10, 2009 23:27

why do i insist on staying up when i am exhausted, sitting in my bed, clean, and way ready to dive out of my conscious?

am i really capable of packing for four months in one backpack?!

will i forget about certain things and certain people as easily as i think i will?

will i ever have wednesday (the cat) back?

what exactly are the west coast motives?

why did i eat so much for dinner when i wasn't even hungry?

and why do i ALWAYS do that?



last night i went sliding around on a huge ice patch in government center with two of my friends. it was freezing, but fun and wonderful. i thought about when i was a kid and went ice skating. i thought about how i would lie to my mother about not falling when i actually did. i thought it would impress her then; as if she cared. it has taken me a decade, i am sure, to realize that falling once, twice, or even three times in a period of even forty-five minutes on such an unfamiliar surface is not a bad thing. today i told my mom i fell only once, which is the truth, and she laughed.

[sidenote to self: work a little on being a bit more graceful.]
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