Remember to Breathe
nine and fine
I'm going to see Tori Amos tonight with Bill and his
friend Matt. Last night after Bill said he was going to
bed Pat rang out with a lovely "I think Billy likes you".
I don't really even want to think about that. The
possibility of a crush or whatever it may be almost makes
me tired. It's such an addition to an already hectic way
of life. Well, I'll let chips fall as they may. Last
night at Smith (because where else would I be) Brett asked
me (after much pot smoking by all) who was my favorite in
the room. Is this a sign that he wants me to admit that I
like him? And if so, is it only for an ego boost on his
part? I should've said the truth, but I replied with a "I
couldn't choose a favorite, I like you all). Oh well, I
wouldn't expect any better from myself. Brandon and I
spent a few good minutes arguing about the war today. It
gets so tiring, and to argue with Brandon is like arguing
with a deaf person, all talk and no listen. He is falling
under propaganda's spell, I can't help it if he wants to
be brain washed.
"The universe is shaped exactly like the earth, if you go
straight long enough you'll end up where you were."