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one.
Luis and I sat and talked about writing for a little while. he has these photos of Lani posted at his desk. how odd it is to see her face surrounded by those of country music stars.
two.
which reminds me that I may or may not be seeing Willie Nelson live.
three.
which reminds me that DJ Jester the Filipino Fist is playing at the Empty Bottle tonight.
four.
my summers seem to have themes. last year's was cars. this year it has been beaches.
these photos were stolen from
five.
and when we unfold, we learn that we only fit together like lock and key. neither our letters nor our memories touch. we do not even share song. what is it about saying goodbye that sometimes makes the bone tremble? what good is a poet whose fingers quiver on the page? we are always looking for the easiest way to write it, the shortest distance between our bodies and the hair that is forever being cut.
five and a half.
in Aric, all I got was a pothead who could neither pay for his own dinner nor find his own way home. Rafael tells me that I deserve better. Sam says that I won't always be punished for being a nice person. I believe them.
six.
my father is leaving for the Philippines on Sunday. I'm insanely jealous.
six point eight.
my mother has been shopping at Urban a whole lot over the past week or so. she tells me it's because she plans to do a whole lot of partying with her friends while my father's away. I find that both humorous and terrifying.
seven.
bowling with people I don't really know is kinda my idea of a good time.
eight.
Patrick and I went record shopping after dinner last night and had a listening party in his living room. we somehow manage to have the most profoundly depressing conversations. we always speak of failed romances and moving away. if that's all there is, then let's keep dancing.
nine.
this girl I met at Skidmore called to to ask who my roomate will be. that made me a bit sad. seeing everyone leave for college without me is such a downer. however, I am comforted by the fact that I won't just spend the next year working retail. my creative writing program at Senn starts in exactly one month. between then and now, I need to attend more meeting with Sarwat and the ASM staff and interview students who are interested in joining the program. so come October, I'll only be at Urban from Fri-Sun, which is great because I've been looking forward to spending some time away from that environment.
ten.
in September, the light changes.