Tuesday, May 6, 2008

my friend contentness

"who knows where thoughts come from, they just appear, mhmm..."



Is the purpose of a blog defeated if you first write your thoughts on paper?



Nostalgia is being thrown at me from all different angles and it's hard to dodge...

I miss college, and if I could, I would pack up everyone I love and put them all in a 5-mile radius of one another in hopes of re-living the days of early morning donuts, Student Center chats, chick-no-picks, skipping classes that we maybe should have attended, the weird smelling library/computer labs, red tables, late night painting room dinners, and Xanga.

Sad to say, but I miss posting corny one-liners and non-sensible gibberish under my handle: InTheDaysOfYorke.

Now all that's left of the Xanga glory days is a sad attempt to revive that community. Come back Exeo.



Speaking of Chagrin, I smell a come-back via cover tunes and perhaps, a show? fingers crossed. Your ears, I swear, will melt like ICE, baby.



The word "grown up" keeps chasing me, but hasn't caught me yet. I think it's close though. Soon enough I will trip on a root and it will fall on me with all of it's weight.



every thing's in it's right place.

1 comment:

Katie said...

I love who you are.

I can't believe that it's been 10+ years since I met you.

When I tripped on the root ... there was a sort of euphoric weightlessness that accompanied.