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1. three weeks until i move to texas. in honor of this occasion, and in honor of my upcoming birthday, and in honor of my brand new diploma, i am having a party in my backyard on august 15th. i would like tons of people to show up, weighed down with gifts and well wishes. i'll give you your very own red solo cup in return.
2. i recently purchased a file box at a thrift shop and have spend the last two days organizing my life into neat rows of folders. i am both amazed and ashamed at the zest with which i approached this project.
3. my car has a flat tire. no problem, i'll just ride my bike. bikes are better for the environment and for the body. this could actually be the best thing that happened to me all summer.
4. my bike has a flat tire, too.
5. while rummaging through the attic, in search of more things to file away, i came across a large manila envelope filled with scraps of paper and keepsakes from freshman year of college. i flipped through them and was assaulted with a rush of memories, of experiences i'd almost forgotten i had. programs from poetry readings, bus tickets to boston, email wars with friends, letters on the verge of love, rejected valentines, stories scribbled with the first few critiques. i think college was the longest four years of my life and it's such a strange feeling to know that it's over. to go through those papers, to see the person i was and to compare her to the person i am today - it's so strange, so surreal. i wish i could go back and refresh my failing memory. i forget things too easily. this is why i have two online journals and a paper one, why i write stories and emails and cover the walls with post it notes like there's no tomorrow. because i don't want to forget. because i was such a silly girl, so young and so naive and so eager to experience everything. and i know i'm still like that, but i'm afraid it's slipping away and i want to hold on to it for as long as possible. i almost want to delete this whole paragraph because it is not at all expressing what i feel right now.
6. i'm at a loss for words.
2. i recently purchased a file box at a thrift shop and have spend the last two days organizing my life into neat rows of folders. i am both amazed and ashamed at the zest with which i approached this project.
3. my car has a flat tire. no problem, i'll just ride my bike. bikes are better for the environment and for the body. this could actually be the best thing that happened to me all summer.
4. my bike has a flat tire, too.
5. while rummaging through the attic, in search of more things to file away, i came across a large manila envelope filled with scraps of paper and keepsakes from freshman year of college. i flipped through them and was assaulted with a rush of memories, of experiences i'd almost forgotten i had. programs from poetry readings, bus tickets to boston, email wars with friends, letters on the verge of love, rejected valentines, stories scribbled with the first few critiques. i think college was the longest four years of my life and it's such a strange feeling to know that it's over. to go through those papers, to see the person i was and to compare her to the person i am today - it's so strange, so surreal. i wish i could go back and refresh my failing memory. i forget things too easily. this is why i have two online journals and a paper one, why i write stories and emails and cover the walls with post it notes like there's no tomorrow. because i don't want to forget. because i was such a silly girl, so young and so naive and so eager to experience everything. and i know i'm still like that, but i'm afraid it's slipping away and i want to hold on to it for as long as possible. i almost want to delete this whole paragraph because it is not at all expressing what i feel right now.
6. i'm at a loss for words.