"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."
Sunday, December 16, 2007

Oh gosh, I want you so badly.

I need my freakin Central Park Concert cd. What the heck?? I cannot visit my step grandmothers house without leaving something. Dave Matthews is so cute. Man...he does freaking everything.

Welcome to my procrastination.

Things to do:
Write for application.
Not listen to Dave Matthews.
Start and finish my Global Studies project on Cuba.

Thomas is home. We ate mexican food earlier and it is making me lazy. That isn't a racial slur. I'm just really full. And sleepy. Maybe if I take a nap it would help. Or make it worse. Who knows...

Alright. I hope the world is right. And that I'll retrieve my Central Park Concert cds this weekend.

Love to all,
I'm not going crazy,
Emily

Lovely lady, I will treat you sweetly, adore you, I mean, you crush me.

1 comments:

Caroline said...

Ugh...
application...
I can't even give my only academic teacher my recommendation form, because my best friend wasn't satisfied with being better than me at everything else so of course she had to be a writer who wants to go to Governer's School and he already did her form...
She's "Outstanding student, one of the best I've ever taught"
I am, "That idiot slacker who got a C."
So in all likelyhood, you will not see me this summer. You will, however, see my best friend Heather. She'll be the smart, pretty, funny blonde one. I'll tell her to say hi...

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