Stream of consciousness vs. ADD
She said planes made her feel like she could get away...
Naarden's winter wonderland facade is slowly fading back into the oncoming spring. It was nice while it lasted. I still have yet to get any substantial schoolwork done since I've gotten back from Finland. This Days Away album is pretty excellent. I love it when people give me new music. (It should happen more often.) I took the world's longest shower yesterday. However, the fact that I felt like showering itself is the more impressive part. My head's been filled with silly ideas about this summer. I really ought to locate the power button. I'm beginning to wonder where my focus has gone. Even on the future. I'm afraid I've been off-target all along. I just need to know I've been accepted to Northeastern. I would breathe a whole lot easier. A package for me addressed to Michele is currently en route to West Dennis, MA. 02760 vs. 02670. Either I made two consistent typos, or I've been gone for too long. Two, too. Right, wrong. Could they really be so similar? "How close is close enough?" I need to find more friends that are as consumed by music as I am. Because otherwise, this'll be another mark under the "ideas thats' brilliance fade after a day or two" catergory. That couldn't possibly be correct English. This morning, I switched off all forms of communication by which I tend to surive. AIM, MSN, my cell phone. My entire computer was even off for a while. I just need a break. I like the way my mouth tingles just after having brushed my teeth. Sometimes I fool myself into thinking my life could turn out to be a bit like yours. I'll keep reading so long as you keep writing. May 29th - Taking Back Sunday at the Melkweg. My internet is slower than a sedated snail. Back to hibernating; sorry in advance.
Rock,
Missy*