Jan 17, 2005 01:04
past:
my friends couldn't be better.
my mother could be worse.
my dad couldn't be sweeter.
a few days ago, I saw my dad and Eva's psychologist. He told me the thing that made artists artists was their unbelievable pain. I smiled with sadness.
Uncle Dean told me that sometimes people die early. Everything since then has become clearer. I am in love with him. Incestuous, possibly, but love--truly.
present:
I can't wait to get back to my room at the end of the second floor.
I told Mulls that this semester is going to be full of firsts. Let's hope every day is one.
future:
This year, I think I'd like very much to fall in love. And stop being so very self-deprecating. And go to class every day. And be healthier: body, mind, and soul. And be happy. And in love. With anything, actually, as long as its love.
GOT MLK?
Clive Owen is a sexy beast. of a Ben Kingsley magnitude.