| i figure it's about time to be updating my webbin' site. now that i
think about it, it will probably be, lyke, teh last update EVAR!!11!
why do i think this? because i don't feel like doing this anymore. i
don't have a problem reading other people's, but for some reason right
now i feel like if i share my life with everyone it will get less
awesome. ha!
moving on. so. i got a job at Harleysville Books, which will be opening
in June. i am thinking it will be pretty much the most indie bookstore
ever so you should come and we can sit around and read and discuss
philosophical topics. or we can just giggle at the inappropriate sounds
coming from the coffee maker. it's really up to you.
nothing in the past or future ever will feel like today
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| i've come to the conclusion that right now, i have everything and
everyone i need. people don't really care enough about my life for me
to keep updating this thing very often. and frankly, if i've got
something important to say, there's only about three people i would
really want to tell.
i'm off to virginia for a few days. it'll be good for me.
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| my life is measured by webcomic updates:
Grease opens tonight oh my
giddy god! i can't say i'm excited, but i think it will be fun to have
the audience there. all of you had better be included in said audience.
in math i experienced the coolest thing since aviator sunglasses. i
sort of fell quasi-asleep and had this dream. i could still hear the
people around me, but my brain put their words into like this really
weird scene where we were all sitting around in a white room and there
were trees outside. i don't even remember who was there, except me and
like ten other people. i think some of them were people i don't
actually like. way to go, subconscious.
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| i hate the taste of fever in my mouth. and i hate how i laid there shivering while i could feel my body burning up.
it's better now though. there's nothing twelve hours of sleep won't cure.
friday was a really fantastic day. Grease
opens next weekend. this coming week is going to be crazy. i should
start my homework. Gatsby gets shot. my mom is making cookies. life is
wonderful.
we spread out to occupy the cracks in the urban streets.
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| on thursday all the old people at Lenape Park gave John and I grumpy looks 'cause they thought we should be in school. but we were fighting the man (haha not really) and going on a photography expedition:
it was a really nice day and a pretty great time. we even got to see a cute little concrete building that i'm sure many kids have had sex in!
friday was hella boring for a while, during which time i cleaned my room and re-decorated it sort of, so now it looks a bit different than it used to. trust me...i'll notice. BUT THEN Micah and i decided that we needed to do something SO we walked around telford and went into the basements of houses that haven't been built yet. I kind of like the fact that someone's going to live there someday and they will never know that i have been in their house.
basically that turned out to be a fantastic night, except for the part where my hands almost froze off. but i am pretty convinced that i don't actually need them to live so it's cool. |
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