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On a sad note, I am on my last can of black beans from my cosco pack of beans. I'm afraid that when I finally leave Santa Cruz, my housemates will say, "There goes Gina, she ate a lot of beans."
In case you haven't noticed, this journal has primarily become friends-only and will continue to be so. Sorry, but there are some things you wouldn't want your parents reading either.
I just took this huge trip....down memory lane that is. Thanks, Livejournal. You give me gifts of the past that Facebook could never do. It's funny how some of the original people that commented on this thing I no longer talk to. Whoa...high school! And then there are people I write about that I never see anymore. But once people have a place in your heart you hold that spot for them forever, so I hope we will see each other again and we will have wonderful times like we used to. There are also some really brilliant things on here, such as Rebecca's musings over the future lives of the members of the hand, and my story about Ben which is pretty bad but I'm glad it's still up there anyway, and tales of Laemmle, which seems so very far away now. Livejournal is good when it reminds you of wonderful moments you had forgotten. Livejournal is bad when people speak in incoherent passages, never to be understood again by themselves or the people that read them. Friends may come and go, but Livejournal entries are there forever. Unless of course you delete them.
I haven't really changed, I don't think. There's a point early on in the archived entries where I long to go places, but feel unable to do so. Well, I did it! I can be proud of that. I've seen so much, and am determined to see so much more, but inside I'm still the same babeling moron who has a certain fondness for separating passages of thought by tapping that return key.
Speaking of babeling, shut up Gina.
In case you haven't noticed, this journal has primarily become friends-only and will continue to be so. Sorry, but there are some things you wouldn't want your parents reading either.
I just took this huge trip....down memory lane that is. Thanks, Livejournal. You give me gifts of the past that Facebook could never do. It's funny how some of the original people that commented on this thing I no longer talk to. Whoa...high school! And then there are people I write about that I never see anymore. But once people have a place in your heart you hold that spot for them forever, so I hope we will see each other again and we will have wonderful times like we used to. There are also some really brilliant things on here, such as Rebecca's musings over the future lives of the members of the hand, and my story about Ben which is pretty bad but I'm glad it's still up there anyway, and tales of Laemmle, which seems so very far away now. Livejournal is good when it reminds you of wonderful moments you had forgotten. Livejournal is bad when people speak in incoherent passages, never to be understood again by themselves or the people that read them. Friends may come and go, but Livejournal entries are there forever. Unless of course you delete them.
I haven't really changed, I don't think. There's a point early on in the archived entries where I long to go places, but feel unable to do so. Well, I did it! I can be proud of that. I've seen so much, and am determined to see so much more, but inside I'm still the same babeling moron who has a certain fondness for separating passages of thought by tapping that return key.
Speaking of babeling, shut up Gina.