Wednesday, November 14, 2001

Josh just called from New Orleans, Louisiana. I'm so very jealous. To be out seeing America, playing music with your friends...that would be amazing. But I suppose it's a trade off, he told me he's a bit jealous of my being able to be "home" and be in a solid relationship (or to even have that option). Grass is always greener, no matter who or where you are, something eventually always seems nicer.

I was just thinking (briefly) that I would really like to see what it's like to be a girl for a day. But the problem is, I would probably pee my pants, because I wouldn't know how to hold it.

I have to write a five-page analysis of JFK's inaugural speech tonight. I'm sure it won't be hard, just gotta start...

Harry Potter comes out on Friday, and I'm really excited to see it, but I'm also really excited to see Waiting for Godot tomorrow night. My "dark side" yearns for stuff like that; sees it as very real and therefore very needed for survival or...something.

I may not have my shortbread cookies yet, but these sugar cookies that Eric left out are doing the trick.

I think I've come to the conclusion that I enjoy being alone during the day, but can't stand it after sundown.

Sometimes kissing is kissing, and sometimes kissing grabs your soul for an endless moment until you are drained of your emptiness, alive in that person.