all the times i've tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass
Hmph. What good is Linux if you can't use Dvorak?
New Year's was all NPR and white wine (because, see, this is the year we turn 21, so...) and sappiness.
A year ago I was in San Francisco (and I was sick) and couldn't imagine that I would end up in Connecticut, or ever get over Reed, and I didn't even know Decklin existed (but it is a very very good, typoed god, thing that he does). About a year ago I dreamed I went swimming with God. My copy of The Honesty Room has been missing since 31 January and I bought the ear hat. Sort of met Dar Williams and spotted Robin Williams too. Got my braces off after, what was it, five years? Moved to Delaware, got the job from hell, took out my navel ring, briefly dated this kid from New Jersey, came back to school, fell in love and somehow survived the roughest semester of all.
("It's really hard to write when you're reading over my shoulder..."
"I could get up and move somewhere."
"You make it sound so tragic."
"It is tragic. It's Greek tragic.")
My last New Year's resolution was to rewatch 2001: a space odyssey at some point last year. I didn't. I came up with one this year, though: to be arrogant and pretentious, because I'm deathly afraid of being either.
A year ago I was miserable, and now I'm as happy as I usually am around fall term. So the world as a whole may be going to hell, but my little molecule is doing rather well. 2002 will probably be one of the more difficult years of my life and I have no idea where I'll be at the end of it, but I'm less alone than I can remember ever being before, so I can't help thinking that everything is going to be okay.
New Year's was all NPR and white wine (because, see, this is the year we turn 21, so...) and sappiness.
A year ago I was in San Francisco (and I was sick) and couldn't imagine that I would end up in Connecticut, or ever get over Reed, and I didn't even know Decklin existed (but it is a very very good, typoed god, thing that he does). About a year ago I dreamed I went swimming with God. My copy of The Honesty Room has been missing since 31 January and I bought the ear hat. Sort of met Dar Williams and spotted Robin Williams too. Got my braces off after, what was it, five years? Moved to Delaware, got the job from hell, took out my navel ring, briefly dated this kid from New Jersey, came back to school, fell in love and somehow survived the roughest semester of all.
("It's really hard to write when you're reading over my shoulder..."
"I could get up and move somewhere."
"You make it sound so tragic."
"It is tragic. It's Greek tragic.")
My last New Year's resolution was to rewatch 2001: a space odyssey at some point last year. I didn't. I came up with one this year, though: to be arrogant and pretentious, because I'm deathly afraid of being either.
A year ago I was miserable, and now I'm as happy as I usually am around fall term. So the world as a whole may be going to hell, but my little molecule is doing rather well. 2002 will probably be one of the more difficult years of my life and I have no idea where I'll be at the end of it, but I'm less alone than I can remember ever being before, so I can't help thinking that everything is going to be okay.