Do you remember my handwriting? Yours is on coolers at church still from when you marked them for a mission trip. One day, the labels will have faded so much that someone else will write over them. I don't know whether I'm longing for or dreading that day. Or maybe they will simply break, and they'll be thrown out with that last bit of you on them ( Read more... )

I love that facebook lets me see what old friends are up to.

I really hate that facebook lets me see what old friends are up to.

Dammit, I miss you.

I have a lot of things to say. I think there will be two posts today. (I say that now, but who knows if another one will actually happen... =P) This one will be the artsy and philosophical one, and the other will be the this-is-my-life-right-now one.

I've started reading an LJ* group called poemsdaily and I wanted to cross-post this poem I found there today. ( Read more... )

and when DM wrote on my wall on facebook I wondered whether my activity still shows up in your newsfeed. And I wondered whether you and DM were friends. And you were. So I clicked on you. And I couldn't see your profile pic. So I clicked on it. And I started clicking through all the pics (especially the new ones since the last time I did this). So ( Read more... )

whether you'll ever ever find this? It's not like I've hidden it from you, but I haven't really thrown it in your face, either. Maybe one day you'll be really bored and decide to look? And maybe you'll see your name and how huge it is in the tags cloud, even though I keep thinking "I'll post lots of other things, and pretty soon that name will be ( Read more... )

Do you remember when we went to the US vs. Venezuela soccer match? That was the day I stupidly put my retainers back on the plaster molds, and then they tasted awful, so you introduced me to cinnamon toothpaste ( Read more... )

Everybody [by which I mean, my family] makes fun of me cuz I sleep so late. It occurred to me this morning why I do that (I mean, other than the obvious "Sarah is constantly exhausted" thing). I'm not sure this will make sense, but I felt like writing down my thoughts.

Usually when I sleep that late, I'm semi-conscious enough that I dream, and I ( Read more... )

Apparently Ali's coming home on Wednesday from her Great Backpacking Adventure. I finally talked Gracie (It turns out she had called back, or tried, but she called the wrong Sarah. Nice...)  and she said "Hey, we should do something together! When are you free?" I suggested some times next week and she was like, "oh, Abby's planning something cuz ( Read more... )

I miss you. Not as often or as badly as I have. But I miss you ( Read more... )