felt so incredably human today. had chapped lips. and my legs just fall asleep every time i sit still.
That guy (Ben?) from Spanish is still in Paris, since last week. Riots and all.
we just watched a video on the French revolution yesterday.
coincindence.
okay. this isn't even a real entry. or a poem. or whatever. I'm not even looking at the screen anymore. i was running at lunch in my head i was running in rainboots in the dust of the quad during september. before the boy with the magic pockets, there was that squirrel kid with the hair.
you know? if everyone from M.H. went to rosa, i'd be happy.
not that i'm not.
i've just known those people since 7th grade, is all. you kindof get attached. ran into zach at the Y. he was wearing girl's clothing.
(!)
i can't play guitar lately. i can't write lately. i can't read lately. i can't draw, paint, anything. but i'm content. i'm not depressed. maybe a little lonely. i havn't seen paul since monday.
paul is the sweetest boy ever. i love his hair. his black hair. i just love it. it feels good to sit on his lap and run my fingers through it while he's playing tony hawk with nathan at ash's boring parties.
he's small. i'm afraid i'll squish him sometimes. but it means that i can hold him tighter.
we have the same sized hands. exactly.
i want to see nin/queens of the stone age with him on the 17th. i'll have to talk mutti/vatti into it. and find a ride.
and money.
120 buckeroos all together.
plus maybe a little if we're going public transportation.
i don't even know where this is. oakland, maybe.
lalalagrapes · Sat Nov 05, 2005 @ 06:42am · 0 Comments |