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Feeling: sentimental
10:55 Late Wednesday Morning   Where Does The Time Go? Maybe it takes a holiday in the Bermuda Triangle,never to be seen again. 3 months are almost up. I swear it was just yesterday I could see the ground without being obscured by a blanket of white. I swear I was eating a vegetarian Thanksgiving dinner across from my baby cousins who were eating fruit snacks only the other moment. I swear Caleb and I were in Portland just until now. Where did Christmas go, and New Year's? Where did January go? Yesterday I was trying to figure out which way I felt more strongly; fend-for-yourself policies or social-equality policies. I figured out that I don't know anything. All I want is an affordable home and health insurance. I'm feeling really torn about Caleb coming here for Grad school. We'll be together which is good but that's at least 4 years we will be probably too strapped for cash to visit our friends in NZ. Speaking of NZ, last night I had a dream that John and Veti picked me up at the Chch airport and we biked to Tom's house, where there was a massive party with Geniesa and Chris. i really miss all my kiwis. Caleb leaves a week from today. I am ... going to be ok. but not very happy. Thank goodness for Amy and Helen and Angie. I voted yesterday. hooray for being civically active!
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I miss you more than I can ever imagine. It's really weird with dad coming tomorrow, and I haven't seen him in like six(?) months...but I just wanna see you and Kerry and aaah. Four month isn't too long away, that's about ten essays. You'd be here before you know it, and the same goes for four years.
I'll play with you too... once I move there...
I plan on living at home during the summer, to save my pennies. But probably sometime in August. When are you coming back from NZ?
Goody, we'll play lots.
blah blah making MY own fun would involve messing with people's heads..... and they tend to dislike me when i do that. I'm thoroughly disappointed your dream wasn't kinkier
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting thru my open mind possessing and caressing me. Nothin's gona change my world