"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."
I just spent atleast three and a half hours shopping for my sister, with my sister.
Friday, November 23, 2007

Ew. It sucked.

I'm sorry. I just can't stand taking someone shopping. I don't know how parents do it. (I mean...mine don't, but like normal people.) No wonder personal stylists get paid so freaking much.

It's been a bad day. (Please don't take my picture.) I don't even know why. It started bad, is getting worse. I have a project due Monday on Sandro Botticelli. I hate Christmas. I hate saying that, but after such a horrible shopping trip I don't know what else to think. Love Jesus, hate Christmas. I hate the current definition of Christmas for me: not seeing Emilea, going to my step-grandmothers house (good for some reasons, bad for others), awkward holiday with Thomas, seeing people I don't want to see! It's Christmas! I should get to spend it with people I love. Or atleast people I like.

Anyways, trying to let go of all this badness.

Like telling you is going to make it any better.

Peace


Mood ring, oh mood ring...Oh, tell me will you bring the key to unlock this mystery....Of girls and their emotions, play it back in slow-motion, so I might understand the complex infrastructure known as the female mind.

Changing this template.
But isn't Thile beautiful?

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2 comments:

emilea said...

i hate malls. god, i hate malls. i hate malls i hate malls i hate mall, death to malls. they just remind me how not-skinny i am and they make me feel like this blob of skin and fat. it's just...disgusting. and i look at the manicans and think "oh that tops cute" and then i look at the mirror across from it, and then i go "in the next millium, when i can wear it." death to malls.

i love christmas. wrong: i love the idea of christmas. christmas is never what it's worked up to be for me. it's always a little hollow-er.

"don't want you thinking that i don't get asked to dinner." but i'd choose to go to dinner with you sometime.

don't give up! mom comes back, there will be at least ONE (i will plead, bleed, and grovel to get two or three) night. i promise. i will see your face before the new year. i will.

emilea

November 23, 2007 at 4:17 PM  
emilea said...

what's the quote? is it a thile song? and, i'm adoring the picture. it's fabulous.

emilea

November 24, 2007 at 6:17 AM  

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