Vidalia

Terrace
2002-02-18 00:13:27 (UTC)

A+ for fun, D- cold

Mom on friday afternoon, SIKOS with Pete's parents. Dad
Saturday, radio show, Boston with Roya, Alyson, Rebecca and
Pete. Cold to frezzing wet right now, this town don't care
for haircuts or eatin' after 8, forget sundays, this weiner
village. Classes, homework hanging the same way it did in
third grade; reaction still similar, if slightly more
socialized to conditions. Pete asleeep on bed, I feel like
we're starting to look it. I love the spark of people I've
met here, their trophies and numbers, their ability to
concouer and spell it.
New room, roomate who? Peaceful here, listening to
nothing, lame-o Le Tigre in my shared file, cubbymate
premedsupermodel is maybe scared of music through wall, I
feel guiltly for it, so its quiet, besides what is new to
listen, no? Young Lovers do, so good save horn solos, so
full of hope and young lover, no? I hope I have the spark,
and all the time I secretly know I do, but then every once
in a while, am striken, Oh do I have it still, yes, I think
I do.
My parents are changing, I think that they were as full of
hope and wonder and curiosity about the expanse of life as
I am now when they had me. I wish I could have known them
when they were where I am, I wish some times I could have
been their parents, they deserved more than they got i
sometims think; and then I think that would make them
brother and sister yes and then I would be having the funny
histone sequencing, no?




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