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These people made today great.
I can’t agree more. (P.S. Will, I added a period to the end of your sentence, because you left it out. And no, this is not sass.)
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Halloween evening was fun, silly. Paranormal Activity was not what I had expected. It was a tad overhyped, a lot overhyped. But it was okay. Karl and I had a good time laughing.
Last night was a dream, but it wasn’t and that in itself was a dream. I could get used to this, just this pure physical part of it. And the emotional side, we’ll just deny. It’s easy this way. And I’m happy to simply feel just a hint of it hidden underneath, (always). But we’ll deny it officially on the surface. It’s a secret just between the two of us.
(P.S. I love Daylight Savings, for the extra hour with you.)
And I love work; busy, slow. I’ve missed Jim. I’ve always missed Jim, at one point or another. But seeing him again and talking to him again is refreshing. I wish he never moved, but in a way, not seeing each other for 8 or 10 years makes it even better. We can reminisce about so much. Those times were good, not to say that now it isn’t. But everything is sweeter with nostalgia, isn’t it? A filter emphasizes certain qualities of certain moments. And it’s almost eerie that we, quite literally, bumped into each other again. Thank you Cisco.
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Oct 30, 2009
ache:
View →You and I - Ingrid Michaelson
Don’t you worry, there my honey
we might not have any money
but we’ve got our love to pay the bills.
Maybe I think you’re cute and funny,
maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,
if you know what I mean.
Oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there, you and I, you and I.
Today, I submitted my first college application.
What a wonderful feeling. After weeks, perhaps 2 or 3, of stress, after one minute of tears, I finished. I finished. Can you even begin to fathom how capable I feel? The anticipation hasn’t settled in. Currently, it’s this feeling of serene calm, of closure, that has washed over me. There’s simply nothing else that I could have done better. (Well, maybe, but hardly.) And there’s nothing that I can do now to change my application. Patience, mind. (Dec. 11, 2009)
“Hey Legarlin, are you okay?”
“You’re not. I can see it in your eyes. They’re the windows to your soul.”
“Well, want to know a secret?”
“You’re the bomb.”
Mr. Spiess is the sweetest.
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I might have contracted the swine. I might be ________. What awesome thoughts going in to Homecoming. Oh and I also need to finish my college essay today. So I am up at 7:17, apparently.. not, writing my essay as I’m writing this. Why do words not flow to me? I’ve tried. I’ve tried. Maybe I’m trying to hard.
View →It’s like I don’t exist in the world.
I can’t be. I refuse. I’ll breakdown and cry if I am. Too bad, I couldn’t go to you if I were. You would freak out and run. I simply wouldn’t tell you. I’d handle it myself. I’d deal with it. Maybe go to someone else, but not you. But I’m not. There’s no way I could be right? Right?
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