and the colonial park diner. and my mother and father. and my punk rocker baby brother. and bishop mcdevitt high school. and my saturn. and liz til. and liz junior. and eric habich. and the brothers barry. and sarah dax. and kimbers. and all the people who i run into at the diner. it was such a good evening.
this whole week was good actually. a definite sense of belonging. i forgot how much i like connecting with new people. or at least meeting new people. i've just been having consistently good days. i am enjoying cheap beer more and more because of the camaraderie that accompanies it. i want to try and write better sentences. i am happy and light and the timing is perfect. when people ask how college is, i am immediately inclined to say "fantastic!". i have stories and i have an audience.
a question for the ages: which is more important- texting or facebooking? which one is held in higher regards? which is more personal? more thought out? more serious?
i can take a hint. i'm good at it.
was i too aggressive? possibly. i have been in the past. otherwise it's the friend zone for me. and i've spent way too much time in there. i have a summer home in the friend zone. i can't believe i'm using the phrase 'friend zone'.
it's whatever though.
i'm too motivated and happy right now to dwell. there are things to be done and i have time to do them! adventures need to be planned and need to involve everyone i love! and i love so many people right now. it's overwhelming. i'm full! overflowing! i can't stop smiling.
christmas will be a dream. carole and yeckley are coming to my party on monday. carole for sure. yecks only for maybe. but that would be so good! i have to catch up with them and tell them about ralph and allen ginsberg. and get the scoop on the bish. i bet there's a shitton of gossip i've been missing out on. i love boots. i have a bunch now.
bed!
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