I continue to be utterly in love with my school's librarians. One just said to another (apparently in some kind of goofish argument), "But I'm still older than you, by a month!!" And now they're talking about mice on ice, someone's favorite kind of popsicle. This in addition to helping me find the encyclopedia set I wanted, and the discussion about marijuana referenced in the entry "Eight Days Gone is Good" That was in May, I believe... I missed school so much, I can't wait for this year to begin. Of course, it is always bittersweet. I've just lost the dearest friend I've ever had, once again. Once you've seen beauty, your eyes can never readjust to the mundane. I can only hope that she will come back to me, or better that she will learn to tame her fickle ways and find that her true friends are just that - and much better than me, some internet person. I long for the day when she sends me that last angry email saying "I don't need you anymore." I will reply, simply: "I am so glad to hear that, and I wish you the best of luck on this, the first day of the rest of your life." One sarcastic sounding word and she can turn on you forever, wild and untamed, raw and amazing, chaotic beauty. I wish that I could learn not to offend her; For I place her on too high a pedestal to blame her for being offended. And blame only hurts things more. And I am always the one to give in. I don't mind. I simply want my love, my beautiful. These things we say in anger, these natural defenses... I can't wait until tomorrow morning so I can be in my social psychology class. Maybe I can learn how not to be so rude.