Shared Thoughts of 4 Former English Students

I feel like I should defend the online journal. Like I should tell you guys, "fuck you then," but alas -- I too am fond of the handwritten journal (and ok -- too fond of you guys) But -- I also understand that this medium allows us so much more freedom. We can read it anytime we want, and write in it anytime, too. So, eh, dont' knock it -- it works.

I've been having these random flashbacks lately. Could be the bunk (sp) weed that K and I got this week, could be that I am getting old -- tell me Longfellow -- does this happen to old people?

At least they are good flashbacks -- I'm like, wow, i did that? Like licking chocolate syrup off of your drunk graduate peers. ahhhh. Wearing a catholic schoolgirl outfit to a keg party -- and seeing your students. ahhhh. dressing up in a poop brown, one-piece, jumpsuit for a party -- polyester of course. ... concerts, dates, first kisses, last kisses, first times, good friends, not so good friends, first impressions, last impressions ...

But I am equally encouraged by the today of things, though. I miss school and I miss Pittsburg (good lord did I actually just say that?), but today is the best yet, ya know.

well, its 4:20. Catch ya later.
CD
(p.s. love you all)