backyard crowing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Bridges There are riots in France right now, but I'm not going to write about them here since I know nothing about them and couldn't give you an opinion on them. "Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words" sometimes i feel like this lyric, like i just want to unwrite the pages of this diary, make it so none of this has happened, and start anew. i want to mean what i write and write what i mean. i don't know that i can accurately express myself in words, be they spoken or written, and I think when I get angry my writing suffers. perfection isn't art though, honesty is art. i wonder what i will listen to when i am old. will i listen to what i listen to now? will i eventually afford an ipod and listen to that until i croak? surely music technology will have leaped by the time i am so old--or hopefully anyways, if i want to live long. listening to: sting's greatest hits album, mom burned it for me went to an astronomy study session today--daniel was there, as usual. tommorow if that gay guy in my french conversation class asks us if we're up for a round of coffee at starbucks, i'm going. 'nuff said. he's a fun open person, and nothing is better than frappucinos and french freaks! it's official, i'm going next time he volunteers it, and i hope it's tommorow. i'm lonely and looking for friends i need to "faites un effort", as one of sophie's family told me. "...they dance alone..." 1:32 a.m. - 2005-11-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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