I wish this could be my thesis: Vergil, as the penultimate teacher, shows us that all teachers are homosexual failures and are going to hell ( Read more... )

It's late and writing on this computer feels awkward now that I haven't done so in such a long time ( Read more... )

I only feel compelled to write on here anymore when I'm either utterly depressed or utterly frustrated with life ( Read more... )

I just finished reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. For the second time. I read it when I was eleven but I've forgotten it since then. And it means different things to me now anyways ( Read more... )

Back from New York.
Started school.

I have so much to say but this isn't the time to say it.

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My love for Fred Astaire has reached new heights. I now cry when I watch him dance. And my heart hurts when I listen to him sing.

I love you. All of you. And I'm going to miss you so much. It hasn't quite hit me yet.

HEy everybody!

If you know me you probably know about Liza.
And if you went to the AIDS walk last fall you met her.

She decided to get an lj....so if you know her you should make like friends and add each other. (This means you Sam and Rebecca)

Her lj name is yur_friend_liza.

I'm at Liza's right now ( Read more... )

so....I'm leaving for camp. In upstate New York ( Read more... )

Say 20 things about 20 people on your lj friends list. Don't name them.1. You told me once that you loved reading my journal because I wrote well. Well, I feel the same about you. I think you are a wonderful writer. The few nights that I've gotten a chance to hang out with you have been particularly wonderful time. I wish we spoke or saw each ( Read more... )

It's rated "Arrrrrrrrgh."

Hahaha. Yeah Baby Blues.