|Friday, June 21st, 2013|
I'm so sorry our friendship ended. I didn't understand it and I didn't want that to happen. I still like you, and respect you, and care about you. I hope you knew.
Thanks for introducing me to awesome music. I still have the cd's you burnt for me in my car. Thanks for spending your junior prom with me... lucky me. It was so fun to hang out with you. Thanks for telling me I was pretty when I felt anything but. Thanks for being a sincere friend. Thanks for listening to me and comforting me, and caring enough to have an idea of what was going on underneath the surface. I didn't really know people could do that until you did. I think some of the better parts of my character came from knowing you. You were a special guy.
Goodbye, sweet friend.
|Wednesday, July 12th, 2006|
I think I will let this journal die now. Current Mood: relieved
|Monday, December 12th, 2005|
|Sunday, November 6th, 2005|
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Oooohkaay, there's nearly 1500 words. *drowns*
None of that has been edited or rewritten or very carefully thought out, and it took me all of about two hours between last night and tonight. So don't be too critical. lol :)
I feel horrible. Absolutely horrible about what I'm doing. Know why? Because I have repeated imagery and ideas and words and archetypes and and in there. "Home" and "notice" and "ignore" and lotsa stuff rear their ugly head multiple times. Ugly because I have no idea what it means. hkifsldhfl. I want to know, and do something purposefully, because otherwise the reader is sitting there trying to decode the genius and I'm watching guiltily saying to myself...it's not there, actually. There are no conscious connections to make to my knowledge and I find it deceitful.
In another light, the first half or so reminds me of that little excerpt I did a while ago...like.....alotalot. Makes me wonder if my mind is trying to show me something. Current Mood: excited
|Sunday, October 9th, 2005|
I love you so much. Current Mood: ecstatic
|Tuesday, August 16th, 2005|
They couldn't find either of the two cavities today.
Some people might know what that means to me...
and plus, the month that they found the two cavities? October. Do you remember what that month meant to me?
My Lord...the miracles he's done for me and my family and friends...there are just too many to count. Current Mood: WOW.
|Monday, August 15th, 2005|
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I BETTER HAVE SOME CLASSES WITH YOUS GUYS!!!! or lunch at least
You do realize, though, that this means I have one extra day to do all my homework.
TOMORROW! AH! I'm getting my first TWO cavities filled. Mercy! And after that my family expects me to go out to dinner for my uncle's bday...aHEM I'm NOT going to be in a good mood. NOO.
You'll have to excuse my being hyper: I just got my camp cd.
The piano solo is pretty decent, though it's amazing how sometimes the parts you're self-conscious about sound great and then the ones you think you execute beautifully aren't so satisfying. Overall though, I'm quite pleased. The chamber piece...it has its moments, good and bad. The important thing there is that we really got some magic going in some parts. And my viola solo, I am afraid to listen to. Lol. Current Mood: happy
|Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005|
|Tuesday, November 23rd, 2004|
Had my court case today.
Left school early.
So Mom and I drove up...we were early, and we were listening to a radio station that my mom had just found today. It was playing some folk-ish music, a sad guitar and voice piece, and because we rather liked it, we stayed in the car to finish listening to it. All of a sudden mom told me to stay quiet....we listened to the words - there was a car accident...they died.
I am so happy to be alive.
To my study group: Saturday morning, library is what we're thinking. Current Mood: happy
|Monday, November 22nd, 2004|
Girl: I saw him today
Boy: It seems like it's been forever
Girl: I wonder if he still cares
Boy: She looks better than before
Girl: I couldn't stop staring at him
Boy: I asked her how things were going
Girl: I asked about his new girlfriend
Boy: I'd choose her over any girl I'm with
Girl: He's probably really happy right now
Boy: I couldn't look at her without starting to cry
Girl: He couldn’t even look at me
Boy: I told her I miss her
Girl: He doesn’t mean it
Boy: I meant it
Girl: He didn’t mean it
Boy: I love her
Girl: He loves his new girlfriend
Boy: I held her for the last time
Girl: he gave me a friendly hug
Boy: Then I went home and cried
Girl: Then I went home and cried
Boy: I lost her
Girl: I still love him