| I had a very strange urge to log on to Xanga last night (mostly to see if it still existed), and I started reading the old entries that chronicled my freshman year of college. I've kept a pretty patchy record of the years since then, switching on and off between paper and Blogspot. I wish I'd been more diligent. Reading this was like falling into a pensieve (yes, I just used that analogy). It's this window into who I used to be and how I've changed so much and yet not at all. My worries and concerns have transferred into different contexts, but at the core they're the same. Knowing that is comforting in a way. But knowing I won't be able to look back on my moment-to-moment emotions from sophomore and junior year (which would've translated into a whirlwind of insanity, let me tell you) is disappointing.
Still, it isn't too late. Not sure I'll be using Xanga to chronicle my last year of undergrad, but I'm going to write about it somewhere so I can look back and reflect. I miss putting my thoughts down.
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| Since when has "I'll try" been better than "maybe?" Backward logic if there ever was any...
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| He really missed me, I could tell.
We didn't go to the movie so we could spend time together.
Spend it, instead of spending it.
And I'm head-over-heels.
That part of me doesn't want August 17th to come.
Stretch out the month a bit longer... pause it.
So the late-afternoon sun slants through the windows all day.
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| Saddest day ever.
Sayeed can't come.
I hate intolerance and I hate tradition.
Whoever wrote that song can fucking kiss my ass.
:gives up on getting sleep:
One cannot sleep when one is pissed off and disappointed. End of story.
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Edit: Sunday, July 15th 2007, 1:25 AM
Why is it that when I post my troubles on Xanga something always happens to correct the misfortune? This makes no sense. Not that I'm complaining, as that means Sayeed is coming after all. It's just that now I can't sleep because I'm too goddamned excited. Heheh...
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| I.
Love.
Harry.
Freaking.
Potter.
Fin. |
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