Dear LiveJournal ( Read more... )

Loving you has been so difficult, so interesting, so wonderful. You both scare me and delight me around every corner turn. I could be making the best and worst decision in my life in hanging on.

It's both wonderful and terrible to want to write on the road. On the road, your thoughts are so clear and organized, every words you think on a topic sounds so profound. But you can't stop driving to write, and you wish your every thought could become feed into a tape recorder so you could do both and utilize all your faculties at once ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I took my first Argentine Tango class. B taught the class, and said I was doing very well for having danced the brand of tango for all of thirty minutes. Her critique was that I tried to anticipate the next step and I moved too quickly when I needed to feel. Then she said, "For some reason, that's just a part of learning Argentine Tango ( Read more... )

I have bought shoes ( Read more... )

In making judgments of other people, it is always the greatest feat for one to settle in a place between reading too much of things and not reading far enough ( Read more... )

An empty house: a rarity. A quiet but unsettling rarity. Perhaps it will be even more of a rarity when I occupy the house with roommates. Yes, it is fact. I am moving out. I haven't been sure of it until just today, when I went with my cousin to Wal-mart to pick up cleaning supplies and then to the house to go over who was moving in where and to ( Read more... )

I have endeavored reading Z's old journals from years past tonight, and I think to myself: goodness, I would love to do that, chronicle all of those days past to be able to back and look at them like she is now. Those words are so, so eloquent, unlike words I wrote three years ago in this very journal. The truth of the matter is, I do all of that ( Read more... )

Oh, LiveJournal. If it weren't three a.m., I'd tell you everything. How do we keep meeting up like this, save for my blatant insomnia?

For updated status, check one's Facebook. For updated pictures that we've wasted lots of time taking and arranging, check one's MySpace. In both places you can subtly see as I try to display kindness towards ( Read more... )

Dear LiveJournal,

Midterm week is over. I'm so happy. I shall be back to visit you soon.

Luuuffs,
Me