life's tough...get a helmet
i guess i could write an entire entry on how much more i love scu after visiting it and about how i talked to jamie, jenny, and catherine or i could write about homecoming and how i actually danced yet again [surprise surprise], got lost, squealed because i cant park/back out, and fell flat on my face...and i will later because i like memories but not now.
it's strange how things turn out just the way you wanted but something sort of warps the outcome. there's always something slighty wrong with the picture. something that turns a perfect achievement into a terrible mistake. something that scares us, intimidates us, and inevitably drives us insane...breaks us. we reach for that perfect image, just slightly out of our grasp, brush it with our fingertips and for a split second we live in this incredible dreamworld, but then, something taints it.
i don't know if this is making sense to anyone because it's so vague, but i'm not gonna go into specifics.
stuff just kinda sucks right now.
adios.