I kinda wanna write in my livejournal. I'm going to.

It seems like everyone is really sad.

It's hard for me to remember the times when I had so many feelings, I had to write in my livejournal.
I kind of miss them, I think.

Today is a snow day!

The last time I had a snow day, it was tenth grade and I made a tape for Jessica called "Songs for a Snow Day" and I went to her house and we watched "Center Stage" and "Bring It On" twice.

Lee and I have big plans.

Performing teacherly duties on a day without school leads to livejournaling and other ancient forms of procrastination.

One hour left.

GO!

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I have a boat, but it's "bote" and it's mostly invisible most of the time.

Queens has snow and neighbors for visiting.

My bed is far too comfortable.

Vacation!

BLERG!

I am kicking it in Boston with Stella and we're both kind of bored.
We're watching "The Golden Girls."
Things are happening.
This is my first time off in a long while and I don't think I like it very much.
Does anyone want to hang out?

What time is it?
Summertime.

Everything is changing all at once, but I have to be okay with that and for once, I think I might be.
Still, I wonder how I can disable the muscles that make me look back.
If I don't look forward, I might crash.