listening to Live, Simon&Garfunkel and the Get Up Kids and reminiscing… if I don’t hurry I’ll be late for school (again.. I’m late like, every fucking morning. I still arrive before everyone else though). This morning in the shower I was thinking of this guy whose father died right before our finals in high school.. and more generally, of people I haven’t talked to for ages. But it takes so much effort to track them down. One day though, I’m going to Paris and hanging posters all over town.

the sky is clear today and in my life I’ve still got the after taste of sunday’s dinner, which was wonderful and quiet and funny and cute and interesting. thank you, friend P :)
I’m shooting off in just about every direction, I feel like I’m in a pinball machine. But a good one, the kind that doesn’t boss you around. And I’m going to shoot myself if I can’t stay here longer..I mean, I suppose I could anyway..I think that’s what I’ll do. just hang around here for a few more months no matter what. I’ll live in the mountains with goats and punch boys who talk too much about kiwi juice.

Hey, I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.
Here I am,
The only living boy in New York
Half of the time we’re gone but we don’t know where,
And we dont know where.