I am waiting for sophomore year to hit me.
It is not a pleasant feeling.
But all in all -
This weekend was good.
Not great, but good.  

Now would be a very good time to have a profound thought.
But it's too nice outside and I have the worst self-discipline in the world.

some days are sobering for no real reason.
i think one of the worst things in the world is to be bad at something that you love.

So we got our PSAT scores back today, and even before everyone got into the frenzy of figuring out where they belonged, quantifying themselves and hinging all of their hopes and dreams on a number and all that good stuff -

I couldn't help but feel like something is over. We've all moved into a different stage.

Maybe it comes in waves?

A lot of things are unjust in this world. A lot of things are tragic. A lot of things are worth fighting over ( Read more... )

I guess they're not kidding when they call it the sophomore slump ( Read more... )

This is meant to be the prerequisite 'back to school' entry. It's supposed to be profound and I'm supposed to look upon it years from now and say, "yes. this is - was - me ( Read more... )

I read Cara's Xanga today. I never expected to read that much of it. Most of it was just entries about the random moments of high-school, funny and random events that spiced up our day and seemed so funny at the time and still don't lose their luster. But one, one really caught my eye - she had a list, you know? She had a list of all of the things ( Read more... )

Chopin pieces in minor keys are like leafing through yellowed album pages and looking at the black and white faces and wondering what their lives were. It's like seeing a shadow flit by you in the soft light of the early morning and turning to see nothing there. It's like a sepia photograph. A little girl dancing by herself in an empty room ( Read more... )

Some things just make me lose faith in the world.