face me, you coward
i have just woken up from an intense dream that involved a man getting his dick cut off but i have no idea what it was about or what else happened. interesting.... last night was amazing much in part to my girls. we went to see cold mountain, i bawled like a baby, the movie was tre amazing. we always sat on rachels street and talked about some stuff, this stuff that is slowly eating away at my brain because i have had no closure, no nothing on this subject except a few words passed on through two people that stabbed me in the heart, that made something i loved disappear in the distance for real this time. maybe it is time to grow up and move on and to let go but something inside me doesnt want to, but its not my decision now, it never was, so with that said i suppose it really is over. i started reading a really good book called you dont know me, the cover was what got me to read it, its mad cool. my interview was pretty stressful, the guy had no reaction to my art whatsoever so that like freaked me out, he told me like 50 out of the 200 people who applied will get in, there are only 5 girls in the entire school if i got in i would be replacing the 2 seniors who will have left. i dont know, i guess i might get in but im not too confident. i will find out in 2 weeks, next friday i have a telephone interview at 10 am, i have to call from the locker room at school. then a week after that i will recieve a letter informing me if i got in or not. tonight i think im going to see mystic river with rachie and ksenia, not sure yet. im so lucky to have friends who stand me by when im going through a tough time, we were talking about when we have children that we should all get pregnant at the same time and shit, but ksenia was all like im still gonna be single ill be the hip auntie ksenia and my baby will be lil shorty, so cute. life is dreary and fake.
bye.
bye.