"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
Animal House
Saturday, November 3, 2007

I watch Animal House on a fine Saturday afternoon. Why? Why do I bother? Why don't I read a book? Tell you I think you're wonderful? They're getting high now. It makes me wanna cry.

No. I wasn't rhyming.

My mother is cleaning the house. She hasn't asked me to do anything, but walks around slightly outraged. I suppose she assumes I feel entitled to relax after cleaning the living room and my bathroom yesterday. I don't, but I fancy having some pasta and comedy before Amanda comes to take me to State.

I met a boy named Joe last week. Why don't parents name their kids Joe anymore? He's kind of a jock but rather sweet. Pasta's ready.
We have an abundance of elbow macaroni. John Belushi's a dear. Freaking Kevin Bacon.

Gosh I hoped someone watched this today.

I leave you with a smile,
And best wishes for the might marching power rangers,
Emily...

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