Ever wonder whether authors get insulted when their autobiography is put on a 6th grade summer reading list? This thought struck me as I was looking through my brother's required reading, and saw the Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman on the 6th grade level. Hmmm...Year is winding down, things(school related) seem to matter less and less with each passing day. Friends seem to matter more and more, I guess it's because this is it for us, the last 35 days of school, and we go our separate ways (as cliche as that sounds). I am depending on them more. We went to the beach on Saturday and made sand sculptures, played rooftop minigolf, and got lost both on the way there, AND the way home. But the journey is half the fun-who cares if it took us 2 hrs to make a 40 minutes trip?

perhaps your obsession with joint's survival is some manifestation of nurturing instinct, jen. jen the earth mother, watching over the care and feeding of fragile young blogs... not a bad occupation. and all the long flowing dresses you can stomach.

fear, fear, fear. rhymes with beer. hm, yes, that was a completely useless observation. ah well. who knows what will happen. just trust in your own instinct for survival and all will be well. and, um, take up skiing or something.

tonight i had planned to see a movie, maybe "blow" or something, that drug movie with johnny depp. that name seems so unreal.

i used to see movies alone all the time. but lately i have gotten into the habit of seeing them with other people. i called a friend from the movie theater payphone, asking what he was doing. he was studying for ap's. he suggested other people to call and in doing so neatly defined the boundaries of my paltry social universe. the same boundaries that i might have chosen myself, save one or two exceptions. and so after hanging up i found myself not at all ready to watch a movie.

so i went driving. this car thing: what a strange sort of freedom. i'm still unused enough to it that i will never choose to go home early. instead i will drive. i ended up at vassar college, lying on the grass and looking at stars. at least poughkeepsie doesn't have much light pollution. saw what might have been the big dipper. a girl came over and asked if i was ok. later, someone yelled "are you dead?" i responded in the negative.

as long as you realize that you're focusing too much on potential negatives that very likely won't appear, you're fine. beach boys? boston? who knows? you'll find someplace and settle, or become some female version of strider or something. insecurity is something easy to solve from the outside though. so what do I know? must pass rest of high school with integrity.

It's hot here!! Finally!! 83 degrees-wahoo! But at the same time, downside of hot is your car turning into an oven in the parking lot (can't figure out how to use the AC either, damn Germans!), and having to be in school, instead of lying on a chaise lounge in your backyard. My Cornell acceptance is being mailed today...it's finally over...

Lisa--join new site!

oh, was kat in paris also? how weird. so was i! i just got back today in fact from sunny nice in the south of france. a school trip. forgot to tell you people.

and of course all that college shite was waiting for me. the updated score: accepted by columbia, rejected by princeton and stanford, waitlisted by harvard and yale. eh.

I found Dante more than a little vengeful...I wouldn't want to get on his bad side..I'm reading The Chosen

I just began reading the divine comedy. you know what?
it's not very funny.

Anyone else have an unnatural fear of the mailman? I spent an hour today just driving around so I wouldn't have to come home and check the mail. I wish my last two rejections would just get here already, so I can move on with my life!! Aaaaahhh!

I talked to Kat last night, she'll be in Paris all of next week, she's leaving Friday.She sends you all hugs and kisses, and is sorry she can't reunion if there is one!

jen meant april 5th!!

whoa for a second jen i thought you meant "april fools, i actually got into stanford." hehe. a friend of mine also got waitlisted today... nothing for me tho. maybe it got lost in the mail. grr. i had been thinking, "oh i'm a better student than her so i will probably get in." but now that i know jen has also been waitlisted, that idea bubble has burst.

jen, whenever you said mar, you meant may, right? may 11... hmm. that's ap week. but if i can i will... i smell a reunion... and you mean "jason and i have been going out." (lawrence the grammar nerd strikes again!)