ok, wait, maybe i do
let me amend that with a few things i do know:
that this week was a very strange mixture of feeling happy, comfortable, stressed and overwhelmed.
that sarah puckett is the bomb.
that football games can be fun, but i will never really understand being obsessed with watching them.
that trying to start the night at 5:30 will burn you out too early.
that boys are frustrating (is half the fun in the frustration? it might be).
that as hard as i pretend, i don't really have too much schoolwork tomorrow - just a lot of thinking and planning to do in terms of schedule, clubs etc.
that amy rothbaum is awesome and i really need to call her and reconnect.
that mexican food south of the mason-dixon line is not so hot, at least in my experience so far.
...that last night was too much, way too much. i've gotta learn when to stop. it was fine until the last half hour or so when i went awol. gah. cait wrote in her livejournal that she and alejandro sat on the porch while i "composed myself." i assure you i composed nothing.
but that's not saying much. the composure is artificial for everyone. isn't that why people like to drink and do drugs and go nuts? to have an excuse to forget the composure?
(why does my life, or at least my own recap of my life, keep getting reduced to lists? but i can console myself with the fact that i've started writing poetry again, and even a little fiction.)
that this week was a very strange mixture of feeling happy, comfortable, stressed and overwhelmed.
that sarah puckett is the bomb.
that football games can be fun, but i will never really understand being obsessed with watching them.
that trying to start the night at 5:30 will burn you out too early.
that boys are frustrating (is half the fun in the frustration? it might be).
that as hard as i pretend, i don't really have too much schoolwork tomorrow - just a lot of thinking and planning to do in terms of schedule, clubs etc.
that amy rothbaum is awesome and i really need to call her and reconnect.
that mexican food south of the mason-dixon line is not so hot, at least in my experience so far.
...that last night was too much, way too much. i've gotta learn when to stop. it was fine until the last half hour or so when i went awol. gah. cait wrote in her livejournal that she and alejandro sat on the porch while i "composed myself." i assure you i composed nothing.
but that's not saying much. the composure is artificial for everyone. isn't that why people like to drink and do drugs and go nuts? to have an excuse to forget the composure?
(why does my life, or at least my own recap of my life, keep getting reduced to lists? but i can console myself with the fact that i've started writing poetry again, and even a little fiction.)