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:
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.
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