missing my lyricism
December 16, 2003 @ 9:37 p.m.
There is someone in this computer lab who smells exactly like Aaron. And it's strange that I know his smell, but I tell him he smells good every time I see him, so...yeah.
I don't know where I was going with that.
In the good news department (mostly because I've still got a lot of bad news that I don't want to speak of), this paper is almost done. I've got six and a half pages, but it's quickly slowing down. I'm quickly slowing down -- I was up until three a.m., doing my best to study and ignore Bridget's extremely loud talking. For a speech pathologist Master's student, she's sure got some speech pathology problems.
While writing this paper, I have been reading through all of my old entries. I used to be so poetic, I really did. Granted, they were all entries about how much I wanted to be with Matt or Kyle, but they were poetic. My diary serves no philosophical purpose anymore -- I tell about my day to a bunch of people who could give two shits from Sunday and move on with my day. It's frustrating. I miss my lyricism.
Feeling: almost done!
Listening to: people keyboarding like whoa
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