i had one of the greatest birthdays ever. ever ever. all my friends were there, at some point, in some sense. and i still have so many great things to carry over into my birthday after-day. what a great everything.

i'm either at the start of something spectacular or something quite ordinary. Strangely, I'm not sure which I'd prefer.

i've been wearing this for four days. I haven't washed my hair in four. Patrick read my poem to his friends all weekend. Patrick said I have it. Patrick said my skin. I cried in Patrick's office. Chip's text about his shroom trip broke early. Patrick gave me a book. He said A.R. Ammons makes me. I lied to Ryan about something. I told Monica ( Read more... )

Matt's last name is Melee! yesterday i visited him at his bedside and we sang one of the songs from the darjeeling limited. i'm finding dried sugar-frost on my hands from the donut I had this morning. Me and a donut. I can't predict myself in any terms ( Read more... )

i wish people could just know what i wanted.

Today a man with a beard gave me his scout's honor I would love the James Joyce Senior Seminar. He even used his hands to hold his heart. And everything.

One day when I was 14 years old, I met you and nothing happened ( Read more... )

chip and i are going to have a our birthday party together at the skating rink.

world events ( Read more... )

i can't help that I miss Denton so much this week.

i realized today that the arts and jazz thing really hurts my feelings. i've wanted to cry all day.

but then again, i've been asking for it. it's better when bad things happen and you know you kind of deserve it. Even so, I always wish every April could be like April 2005.