In the back of my mind...

All this silence and lack of contact, even though UGand I are physically inhabiting a more proximate space, scares me.

But maybe he hasn't called me because he's afraid to talk to my mom.

So after having a very relaxing evening of laying in bed, reading my new SARK book, with a glass of my favorite drink, and listening to jazz, I hope I learned something.

Allow pleasure to be your solace during the bad times.

This light is very bright and doesn't work three ways. Sigh.

The most depressing Dashboard Confessional song must be The Brilliant Dance.

Must learn more Weezer and DC songs if I'm going to their concert.

I see that I have to watch Moulin Rouge with Mr. J. Adams.

I see that I have to go to the district tomorrow.

I can't wait to take myself to the movies to watch About A Boy.

I'm sick of waiting around for people.

Do most college students start drinking during their freshman year?

Too much television hurts my brain.

Too much phone hurts my head.

I wish I had a piano.

I wish I had big headphones.

I'm finding pleasure in my summer days, even without much company.

Don't expect anything. Ever.

I wonder if Mr. Barnett remembers me...

Must tell Thien that Eammond called.

Where is Thien?

If I have time this weekend, I'm going to visit Bob.

Next week is graduation. I supposed to take Doni. I don't think Peter remembers me.

"I'd give it all away just to have someone to go to."

Most of the letters that I have kept have little substance. But they seem to serve as a log of junior high school and what went on within its walls.

I shouldn't expect a call.

I'm going to UCI's art exhibit tomorrow with Mister Andrew Camba.

I'm going to bed soon.

"Sure, she's got everything."
No. She doesn't. But don't give her more. She doesn't need it.