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so i think i'll start this up again. it's nice to have some kind of record of all the crazy and stupid things i do over the years. some day i'll print out all my journals and have a good laugh at myself.
i've been thinking about david again. 'in my life' just came on and made me really sad. it's been almost a year since he died. it's still pretty unbelievable. every time i drive over the fairmount bridge i feel sick. every time i see a vw bug i just get angry that it didn't save him. i'm thinking it won't get any easier...
not much else is going on at the moment. still hating being at home. still crazy about bryan. i told myself i wouldn't get like that over a guy again after paul. and i did anyway. the one great thing that's come of it is that i know that i'm COMPLETELY over paul. we're friends again and everything's great. but yeah. bryan. oy. he's such an atypical man. that's what's making it hard. and he's so god damned gorgeous. i'm sure i'll continue to write about him in the future....but i'm not quite in the mood right now.
i don't even think anyone will be reading this. none of my friends really got big on the livejournal. some are still on xanga... so this will be a nice place to write again. for me. some of my old entries are pretty eloquent. since being at art school i've REALLY dumbed down. i don't like it.
and i miss writing poems, even though they're pretty lame. actually, i think most of them were the result of being an emo teenager. about how much i hated my old friends because they hated me and how much i hated being at home. and i'm still in the same position i guess. i have better friends now but no one near close enough as i'd like. it's funny. i'm not on speaking terms with my 3 greatest high school friends. angela, danae, whitney. they've all burned that bridge.
i don't want to be at work anymore. and i don't want to go home.
i've been thinking about david again. 'in my life' just came on and made me really sad. it's been almost a year since he died. it's still pretty unbelievable. every time i drive over the fairmount bridge i feel sick. every time i see a vw bug i just get angry that it didn't save him. i'm thinking it won't get any easier...
not much else is going on at the moment. still hating being at home. still crazy about bryan. i told myself i wouldn't get like that over a guy again after paul. and i did anyway. the one great thing that's come of it is that i know that i'm COMPLETELY over paul. we're friends again and everything's great. but yeah. bryan. oy. he's such an atypical man. that's what's making it hard. and he's so god damned gorgeous. i'm sure i'll continue to write about him in the future....but i'm not quite in the mood right now.
i don't even think anyone will be reading this. none of my friends really got big on the livejournal. some are still on xanga... so this will be a nice place to write again. for me. some of my old entries are pretty eloquent. since being at art school i've REALLY dumbed down. i don't like it.
and i miss writing poems, even though they're pretty lame. actually, i think most of them were the result of being an emo teenager. about how much i hated my old friends because they hated me and how much i hated being at home. and i'm still in the same position i guess. i have better friends now but no one near close enough as i'd like. it's funny. i'm not on speaking terms with my 3 greatest high school friends. angela, danae, whitney. they've all burned that bridge.
i don't want to be at work anymore. and i don't want to go home.