reading old LJ entries makes me feel old-- mainly because we are, i guess. [i say "we" like anyone else uses LJ anymore.] but it's so wonderful to know that 3/4/5 years later, i have all the same people in my life. so lucky.

( MUSIC )

in every heart, there is a room
a sanctuary, safe and strong
to heal the wounds of lovers past
until a new one comes along

i spoke to you in cautious tones
you answered me with no pretense
and still i feel i said too much
my silence is my self defense

and every time i've held a rose
it seems i only felt the thorns
and so it goes, and so it goes
and so will ( Read more... )

( 2009 in brief :P )

( obligatory end-of-year survey )

i'm thinking that my high school self would be outright ashamed by the person i've become. but i was pretty lame in high school.

it's been a big semester ( Read more... )

memories are completely subjective. what i remember is what i felt, what i heard, what i saw. and memories can be faulty, too. how many times have i forgotten my dreams upon waking, or to call someone, go somewhere, do something ( Read more... )

i'm at learning services for writing consultant walk-in hours... i had one paper to look over, and the kid didn't really need to have someone look at it. it was well-organized, with very few grammatical errors. i have about 15 mins of my shift left ( Read more... )

pretty sure no one reads this, buuut i feel like writing ( Read more... )

sooo pretty much no one reads this anymore? but i figured i'd post this anyway ( Read more... )