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It's overwhelming/exciting how intricate, overlapping, and uncontrollable our (at least my) thoughts are.
For example: I feel like I should at least acknowledge the bombings in London and how sad it makes me. But I also feel like it would be completely inappropriate because I don't really know how to direct my emotions about an event like that. And while it's horrifying, right now I can't stop thinking about the month that's waiting for me at camp, the book I'm reading (and the one that awaits me on the 16th), how much I feel like I've changed in the past, like, week and a half (a completely unnoticable change ...I can't quite put my finger on it and I don't know what brought it on, but I feel older or something), and how strange it's going to be to go to college. So I want to compliment Alex on the post he made earlier. Although this shitty thing happened and we are really overwhelmed and sad, it is hard to let those sad thoughts cloud over our happy/contemplative ones. And I don't think we should let go of those thoughts anyway. Okay that's not really what he said, but whatever. I love Hillcrest, too, Alex -- it is a perfect neighborhood that serves as a womb for weirdness as we mature into...whatever we're supposed to mature into. But I sort of hate "Sip and Shop Thursday" because the effing Trolley always gets in my way when I'm late to get to somewhere.
By the way. I love hip-hop music.
And oh my. I had an undeniably sexy evening.
And my face is really sunburned so I can't really concentrate on anything until I get some aloe vera.
It's been a wonderful week. Amelia's last weekend was really, really fun. And the next night was the Bob Dylan concert, which was, well, sort of holy. It's not that the concert itself was earth-shattering (it was damn good -- but I really wish he would have played guitar); it was just incredible to see BOB DYLAN, the guy who is partially responsible for me surviving these past few years full of all-nighters.
And the thing at Keith's...fun because of the promise of hanging out with Libby and Julie in Boston next year.
Although I really feel like giving a day by day run down of what else I did this week (highlights include drinking like 5 glasses of wine with Jason's parents, 4th of July, and an AMAZING sleepover/shopping trip with Brennan and Abbie). I will RESIST because I think it would be boring.
OH! Something exciting! I got a roomate and a dorm at Wellesley! Her name's Karel! We both have blonde hair, are uncommonly tall (5'9 and 5'10), wear the same size shoe, love Rent, and date boys named Jason! AND we're going to have fish. Coincidence...? Who knows...but I'm excited.
Well, now I'm dying of sunburn/tiredness. Tomorrow I leave for a month of MAGIC at Camp Monterey (as a counselor this time). WRITE ME DARLINGS!! I love mail I love mail I love mail I love mail! I'm posting my address in another journal entry so it will be at the top...and I expect you all to use it! Snail mail is so romantic and personal. Especially if it includes clippings from newspapers reviewing/obsessing over HP6 and/or the August issue of Vogue (I'm joking, by the way...).
Well, well...it's time for me to say goodnight. I am thinking about my lovely friends.
For example: I feel like I should at least acknowledge the bombings in London and how sad it makes me. But I also feel like it would be completely inappropriate because I don't really know how to direct my emotions about an event like that. And while it's horrifying, right now I can't stop thinking about the month that's waiting for me at camp, the book I'm reading (and the one that awaits me on the 16th), how much I feel like I've changed in the past, like, week and a half (a completely unnoticable change ...I can't quite put my finger on it and I don't know what brought it on, but I feel older or something), and how strange it's going to be to go to college. So I want to compliment Alex on the post he made earlier. Although this shitty thing happened and we are really overwhelmed and sad, it is hard to let those sad thoughts cloud over our happy/contemplative ones. And I don't think we should let go of those thoughts anyway. Okay that's not really what he said, but whatever. I love Hillcrest, too, Alex -- it is a perfect neighborhood that serves as a womb for weirdness as we mature into...whatever we're supposed to mature into. But I sort of hate "Sip and Shop Thursday" because the effing Trolley always gets in my way when I'm late to get to somewhere.
By the way. I love hip-hop music.
And oh my. I had an undeniably sexy evening.
And my face is really sunburned so I can't really concentrate on anything until I get some aloe vera.
It's been a wonderful week. Amelia's last weekend was really, really fun. And the next night was the Bob Dylan concert, which was, well, sort of holy. It's not that the concert itself was earth-shattering (it was damn good -- but I really wish he would have played guitar); it was just incredible to see BOB DYLAN, the guy who is partially responsible for me surviving these past few years full of all-nighters.
And the thing at Keith's...fun because of the promise of hanging out with Libby and Julie in Boston next year.
Although I really feel like giving a day by day run down of what else I did this week (highlights include drinking like 5 glasses of wine with Jason's parents, 4th of July, and an AMAZING sleepover/shopping trip with Brennan and Abbie). I will RESIST because I think it would be boring.
OH! Something exciting! I got a roomate and a dorm at Wellesley! Her name's Karel! We both have blonde hair, are uncommonly tall (5'9 and 5'10), wear the same size shoe, love Rent, and date boys named Jason! AND we're going to have fish. Coincidence...? Who knows...but I'm excited.
Well, now I'm dying of sunburn/tiredness. Tomorrow I leave for a month of MAGIC at Camp Monterey (as a counselor this time). WRITE ME DARLINGS!! I love mail I love mail I love mail I love mail! I'm posting my address in another journal entry so it will be at the top...and I expect you all to use it! Snail mail is so romantic and personal. Especially if it includes clippings from newspapers reviewing/obsessing over HP6 and/or the August issue of Vogue (I'm joking, by the way...).
Well, well...it's time for me to say goodnight. I am thinking about my lovely friends.