getting my my music fix before i go back off to college and can't download anything ( Read more... )

i wouldn't call myself a changed person, but college has revealed things about me that i never realized. before leaving, i had doubts as to whether i could survive on my own, whether i could manage my life, whether i was up to the task. now i know without doubt. all those years of being at home, needing to ask permission for the simplest ( Read more... )

it has been a beautiful summer, a summer i will never forget, filled with people i will never forget.

in some ways it seems as if i am dying, to be reborn again in a new setting as a new person. if so, all i want to be is the person people think i am.

you will always, always, be the closest, most treasured part of my heart.

I feel as if this summer is a soap bubble; ephemeral, beautiful, untouchable. For maybe the first time, each day is filled with character, worth remembering and treasuring. It is something that I will always remember and cherish. This past year may be the best time of my life. Right now, I just don't ever want it to end ( Read more... )

I got a 5 on both of my AP tests!!
YIKES.

yikes, 20 CDs in three days. i need to stop obsessively downloading music.
it is absolutely beautiful out.

serena's graduation party was pretty nice. all her relatives seemed to like me, or if not, hid it quite well. for once i don't feel stuffed, which is rather nice (i dreamt last night of forcing myself to eat this huge several-course meal set out before me in the top of a nyc skyscraper). it was nice to see marcie and meet liam, who turned out to ( Read more... )

i feel lonely already.

there is something about throwing a frisbee that is so relaxing; it's a way for me to move in an athletic manner that doesn't seem too forced or pointless. i like the repetition, the challenge of trying to will the frisbee to its target time after time. i like the successes, the feeling of accomplishment after a difficult catch, the endless ( Read more... )

bonnie, i write to make myself beautiful, but i am like the colorblind painter; no matter how hard i try, everything that i do turns out flawed in some manner. in the end, after all the effort and doubt and pain, nothing is worth keeping. the truth is that when i write, i can only make myself uglier.