friskin

When you see me again, I may look different. Perhaps it's that bruise on my chin, or perhaps it's that I've been so far out of this world for a billion years.

I've met a lot of wonderful people. Maybe I'll tell you about them some time.

Wow, my blog sucks. Really hard.

Not to sound vulgar or offensive or anything, but maybe I WON'T become a man-killing-bull-dyke-back-roads-trucker-slut. Because I was seriously considering it.

I broke the stupid lamp in my room while opening the shade to let some light in. Ironic, no? Maybe just myronic.

M-irr-oronic.

I've got to pack my portmanteaux. I'm leaving on Thursday for Japan! And by "Japan" I mean Beloit, Wisconsin! Now, I wonder what to do until then?

This life is great:
A party under the cover. Kidnapping and wreath destruction. Advice from a kind stranger. Bumping knees. Midnight phone sessions. Lollipops. Valentines. Phenolphthalein. Anticipated tension. Agreeing and disagreeing.

Sometimes he will stand still for a moment, and I can see that he wears his soul like a scar. I can see how we're all aching for a chance to connect. So I'll be here every day, aching for you.

I'm having a time.

What a mess I could cause! (As if I haven't caused enough messes for one life time...) (But it sure is fun!)

Big news in my little world: I got three letters and a phone call of significance this afternoon. Earlham wants to give me their Presidential Scholarship, $7,000 per year. I also got accepted to Beloit, which is exciting and happy, though not surprising. Also, they sent me a letter confirming my upcoming visit. A few minutes later my friend Admissions Counsellor Ari called me. He sure is a nice man. If everyone at Beloit is as nice as him, I'm sure I'll like it even though it is in Wisconsin.

Also, anyone else find this extremely creepy? I guess everyone deals with stuff differently, but I didn't find kids' desperate attempts at turning it into a joke amusing. At all. Maybe because I just watched Bowling For Columbine two days ago. Maybe because of my affinity towards teachers (and secret aspirations to become one myself).

But anyway... Health class is the funnest mandated part of highschool (except badmitton), by far.
Marc: [reading the notes on the chalk board] Nocturnal emissions. Heh heh heh.
Me: Marc, do you have those?
Marc: No. Heh heh heh.

And while we're on the subject of crazy academia (God, I am SUCH a dork), doesn't "molality" sound like someone's trying to say "molarity" with a speech impediment? I swear, it makes me giggle every time.

"Sweet momma! What's that all about???"

I just realized that I have a date for Valentine's Day! Ha! Take that, sucka!

Of course school was cancelled the one day that I actually WANTED to go. Not for the classes so much (I was planning on missing third and fourth anyway) and definitely not for the pep rally (which I was also planning on skipping..). But the Pops Concert is in five days, and as I haven't mentioned, Miss Thomas convinced me to perform. But my guitar is still at school. Poor thing!

Arrrgh, I think I'm going stir crazy.

Here's what did happen today: NOTHING.

Actually, that's not true. I filled out some financial aid forms, and I found my Spider Man t-shirt crumpled in the deepest, darkest corner of my closet. Then I read your diary.

Earlham College has a Kickball and Mac & Cheese club.

Here's what the club description says: "We like to play kickball and eat macaroni and cheese. However, they must be done in this order, otherwise, you will get cramps and no one likes cramps. Our motto continues to be: The intertwining of speed, strength and agility with noodles, cheese, butter and milk. Hizahh! Mac and soy cheese is available upon request."

Awesome? I think so...

I think that we shared the same memories today. Maybe it was something in the air or the water that left us aching for those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer. If you ever read this, I'm sorry, and I forgive you. I guess you're the only one who will understand.

There is a lot to look forward to. I fall in love practically every day.

But I'm still trying to figure it all out.

Perhaps I should stop.