Fascinating, I know

2003-07-15T21:06:00.000-07:00

So I've been putting off writing for a really long time, just cause so much has gone on since I've been back in Burlingame. It's really nuts I guess to think I could just slip back in here with only an extra year to my credit.

2003-06-17T19:34:00.000-07:00

She vow make felt and soar
Laughs with me
Promise find where pleasing
Word whisper embrace listen we
On the quiet touch to another

On a side note: Is it bad if one of the biggest assholes you know is the person most closely related to you?

2003-06-16T22:56:00.000-07:00

People -- COME HOME to me! Before I commit a triple homicide that i can be tried as an adult for. But to the people who are around I'm giving many many smiles. And also I hope to forever hold onto my idealism and never become a money-monger, even though I know the possibility of that is very slender. As well as the possibility of other things, but we're all young here, right?

2003-06-03T22:07:00.000-07:00

My father and I with the aid of NPR

Terry: Everyone has made out to stairway to heaven
Dad: Not I. I made out to elvis in my day
Kate: ewww. and someone actually made out with you to elvis?
Dad: And you've done better?
Kate: Umm, well, anime
Dad: What? Who was into anime? Wait was that... Or do I want to know?
Kate: Perhaps in future years, like when I'm financially independent
Dad: Hah.

2003-05-31T17:55:00.000-07:00

http://www.4degreez.com/

2003-05-31T17:48:00.000-07:00

I WILL NEVER EVER TELL ANYONE WHAT THEY CAN OR CANNOT DO, even if they want to have sex with the guy from fairweather... and except maybe kerry when she's driving my car.

2003-05-11T23:10:00.000-07:00

Ok, so what I want I can never have, so it's like a safety net has been ripped out from under me (that was actually a shittly analogy cause that's not what its like at all) More like blood and guts and gore. But here's to fantastic friends who will cheer your sorry ass up even when you look, sound, and feel like absolute shit. I love you guys. And here are a couple quotes I'd like to remember:

You know, you're right I've hit the bottom of the barrel, but there will be other markets. That was only one market. I will go to fucking zillions of markets!

It's like an all you can date buffet!

Marissa: I have to go, she's driving me home to Orinda
Kate: It's ok, I'll give you a ride
Marissa: You don't have a car
Kate: Yeah, but I walk like I mean it

And cheers to people to trust, no games, no lies, and above all - all the kleptoness you can stomach

2003-05-01T23:04:00.000-07:00

What do you do, where do you go, what can you say tears are not enough

2003-04-27T16:13:00.000-07:00

Drinking a gallon of chocolate soy milk ghetto style from the bottle. Hu fucking ray for sunday afternoon practice.

2003-04-24T14:42:00.000-07:00

My head feels like it's trying to disconnect from my body. Where it's headed from there I honestly couldn't tell you. This is for the Beat Gen women who had some guts. Also to very very scary people who you hope won't murder you in your sleep. Seriously, if I wind up dead in a dark alley I want you to go through my e-mails and prosecute damn it!
And what the hell to do this summer... There's the possibility of an internship, if I get my act together and fucking apply, or I could take summer school at the College of Simple Minds, or just swim with T-Dawg. But who's gonna be there this summer? Every time I go back I love it, but there are more and more people I don't know. The beginning of my Sr year was great in the D-Lane with Barney and Petey. And I miss everyone on PASC, but Arizona is looking really appealing, maybe just for a week. Indecisive as always. And maybe up to see my Kath! that would make my life. I'll get to meet all the attractive people of Evergreen.
And Amy thank you so much for last night, all your faith in me and I love you so much.
And now for something completely similar...Weights Nazi.

2003-04-21T20:12:00.000-07:00

Here's to never studying when you're supposed to. Ah the days when I was a smart kid, sigh.

2003-04-06T18:13:00.000-07:00

letters to kathryn
writen by my darkest self
filling up my wishing well
Letters to kathryn
I emptied out my veins onto a page

2003-03-16T10:53:00.000-08:00

Thank you Ashley Chandler.

2003-03-11T20:02:00.000-08:00

Can we all just say, dude what the fuck. Okay thanks. Kathryn Elizabeth Esther Foster call me. I love you and I miss you, and probably would even if you killed me. I was born on your side. Comiseration needs company.

Oh yeah and Amy Louise if I hear anything about a certain European country within the next, oh couple of days, I'm gonna be pissed. Although i want to hear about that and walls, oh yeah and citrus too. Even though citrus as a whole isn't that great. Really it's kind of overrated. You know?

We're going swimming on Saturday or maybe Sunday with Kurtis. Throwers are the nicest people ever. Yay. And I've been out of the water for over a week and it's scaring me how nice it is. I miss the exercise, and I don't think I could live without swimming, or that kind of competition. And I can't stand running, so that doesn't leave too many options. Also been talking to someone I miss like crazy, and I can't wait to see this summer.

2003-03-08T21:31:00.000-08:00

Fuck you. Fuck me more because I'm the one who can't be strong enough to not want you.

2003-02-17T22:55:00.000-08:00

My days end and begin with passion. Passion rules me, clouds my eyes, disturbs my sleep. when you see me you wont recognise me. My eyes black coated mysteriously by passion. ive been sleeping so long i didnt know it. i wanted to break skin. place bruise kisses everywhere. mark you as you marked me. excess. and i think to myself i am ready i am fine.

What I've decided is that I'm done with guys. Guys not calling, not waiting, walking you home for only one reason. Guys who promise worlds, never visit. Especially those who pretend they're nice. Guys who make you love them, then change their minds. I'm through with the guys who make out with your friends, who lie and steal things from you. Like pride or innocence. And then never look back.

Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed
Love is a payment that comes due

Love is like beauty, fleeting, however they say. It's a memory before it's begun.

2003-02-14T23:13:00.000-08:00

I could post a bitter rant about valentines day, but i think my health worker covered it in the paper. i also dont really have the energy. gotta rape stanford tomorrow. :)

2003-02-12T23:42:00.000-08:00

Maybe it takes someone objective to tell you: you're better than that. you deserve more. and maybe i believe that.

2003-02-10T12:48:00.000-08:00

Here is my stream of consciousness cause i was really bored:

Hatred much hatred. I wonder why that is, cause im afraid? I choose sides im weak, but im ok. Living in Channing House next year whoo hoo , excited anxious. ROomates, possibly sharing a room with someone again. ahhh, i get jealous sometimes. Im totally in love with Marissa and ashley itll be fun. I want art. Art excites me. I wish i was an artist, or at least a better one. no one becomes an artist escept out of necessity. I see people in lines, paint again this summer?Maybe, class? Who knows. Not CHEM 3a. Do i want to do science? What do i want to do? FUture. ahhhhhh real monsters. haha. Where's Whitney? shes got five minutes. Champagne Supernova. mmm. I wonder what that would look like? Maybe like new years on steriods. Ohh is that GOrdo? Gotta tell GIna. Flora. GOddamnit/ Stuff was so good. VInce is an asshole. Stop liking stupid person. really have to stop doing that. GOt nothin. History. Shit reading. Must do reading. Must must must. Too many units? Compact well muscled, Jake. the circus folk. ahah. Baked Potatoes. So many people I dont know. WOw Theres RENOIR! damn i wish i had a brush. damn.

2003-02-09T09:53:00.000-08:00

i miss home so much now. its safety. everything sheltered, everything easy. where i could fall asleep at eight-thirty if i needed to, i could trust so fucking much. I guess thats what i miss most. TRust

2003-02-03T20:25:00.000-08:00

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowehere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
Mad World, Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
Mad World
Mad World

"...it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, and my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life..."

2003-01-20T22:20:00.000-08:00

Fell off the edge.

Back at school. Class in ten hours. I'm excited and psyched cause I know I can do a lot better this semester, and I'm gonna. Okay, that's my little self pep-talk. Ready to go!

2002-12-28T16:53:00.000-08:00

Shake down you make me break
For goodness sake
I think I'm on the edge
Of something new with you
Shout out don't drown the sound
I'll drown you out
You'll never screan so loud
As I want to scream with you

You don't do it on purpose
but you make me shake now I count the hours 'til you wake.
With your babies breath, breathe symphonies, come on sweet catastrophe.
Maybe this time I can follow through, I can feel complete, stop paying dues.
Stop the rain from falling keep my oceans calm this time I know nothings wrong.

2002-12-25T22:19:00.000-08:00

Christmas:

Dad: A whole bole of goldfish crackers. Damn!
Peggy: That's a shitload of fiber
Dad: Ha ha. That must have been like cement in her intestines.
Kerry: Daaad!
Dad: I doubt she could have blasted that out in any timely fashion.
Me: Dad, Stop!
Dad: Jesus! like glass shards i bet.
Mom: Haha, oh, honey!

2002-12-11T13:17:00.000-08:00

As a cardiologist, or at least a nurse in a cardiology ward, you would think that one wouldn't decide to begin a phone call with "this is probably the worst news I can give you but...." Do they like making the patients all jumpy so they can finish them off with "Your tape jammed." Craziness. and im so excited to see sven, if the lazy bastard ever emails me, and ames!!!

2002-12-09T15:42:00.000-08:00

the American government has clothed itself in a technicolor garment of lies ever since the first day Jesus got off his UFO and proudly stated, "don't mess with Texas."

2002-12-03T22:37:00.000-08:00

All those fishbones between my teeth
I know I've been gone so long
But your smile still tears my skin
with my eyes closed
maybe i cant see you changing
ill wait i guess
to feel perhaps your hands at my hips
owning lightly
round the gentle curves
to forget the space between

nothing through us
our stories a luxury that crash to collide
we wont fit like pieces you and i
death only is what i hear
and still "blood," the bear cries
"let blood be spilled"
the line that split us never blurred

2002-12-03T22:02:00.000-08:00

Earlier I wrote a Tribute to Thanksgiving. Unfortunatly it was lost due to unforseen circumstances. The tribute was mainly centered around lesbians and my family's need to parade their ex's, also scary butch lesbians and pilgrim hats. I'm sure it was very clever and witty so use your imagination.

2002-11-22T11:16:00.000-08:00

Ok here's my new theory:

In Middle School dating was all about the holding hands, and WHo you were with. Dancing was all about the slow dances (every third at BIS). In High School there was more grinding. Or as our administrations liked to call it "freakin." And there was more than holding hands going on - especially in the halls (yuck)...
And now that we're all mature adults here it is all about sex that I can see.
I've seen two couples since I've been here. That was it.

2002-11-17T21:47:00.000-08:00

I miss the BIg T!!!!!! And EPASC, you know! I'm really really excited to go home for thanskgiving, even though i do go home often. I hope it is the way it was on free weekend, when it seemed like nothing had changed, maybe a week had passed, and the only thing that was different was that we had new far more interesting stories to tell. But I miss tony more than anything, I dont think I've talked to him since our retreat in september.

Got to see Bill Stewart this weekend, he's the coolest "uncle/grampa" I'm ever gonna have. And unlike when I was ten I can beat him in the pool. Muahaha. And baby sister went to homecoming, awww. Stag, like me and chickadee with Pecil - that guy didnt know how good he had it. wow i hated HS. BIS dances ruled... I remember dancing with a certain sexy someone a couple of times. And freaking/grinding as much as an eigth grader can to the Barbie song.

HEy Pickles, no worries, k. THe Big HP is coming soon - and Cheesy will come around eventually. Remember youre teaching me how to skateboard. If anyone is confused I don't know what a yam is except that you can fry them (or is it butter them - I dont know) and therefore i have found the nickname unappropriate and all around sucky.
Also a word of advice never ever read fanfic, especially buffy fanfic, its confusing and those people are seriously fucked up.

2002-11-14T23:30:00.000-08:00

You'll never scream so loud as I wanna scream with you.

2002-11-14T22:14:00.000-08:00

"No one really likes swimming; it is just a drug. It is kind of like speed. After morning practice, you feel kind of jittery and slightly hyper. As the day goes on you become extremely depressed, and tired far to beyond comprehension. You sit during class, foreshadowing the physical/mental torture you will endure at afternoon practice. Afternoon practice comes; you take another hit, and get another high. As you get home, you are worn out. The drug eats away at your stomach so when you get home you eat everything in sight. Then it finally hits you like a ton of bricks, its only Monday, that was only your first morning practice, and you are only in the beginning of the season. You cannot quit though because you are an addict, just as I am."

-Julia Lippe-Klein of the Palo Alto Swim Club

2002-11-12T10:08:00.000-08:00

there's a standard level of stupidity that has to be reached for the activities of day to day living. i can't even think im just too fucking stupid.

2002-11-11T16:49:00.000-08:00

Fun on free weekend!! Funday 2002 repeated. Mikey and Ames you are Superstars and i love you to death. oh and daniel is this guy who lives on the fourth floor hes pretty cool and mike liked him a lot. he and naseem should get together hahaha. evidently mike is a very very intelligent person, even when intoxicated, they were very impressed, although not all of us were.

So good to see everyone again. alex hail me i risked my sisters closet for you. and also a bonus Hayden Christensen's face two stories tall. yeah i had fun on sunday night. and no more of the sand is so rough, not like you, youre so smooth. Slick and disgusting. and i got invited by miss amy louise mcelhany to a night of fun even though i think i lost my robe. it was like a present. im rambling cause im putting off studying for the chem midterm yet again and having so so much fun doing it. I miss you sven and kiki. kiss hp for me in some vicarious living.

2002-11-03T17:08:00.000-08:00

kath it was so good to see you and don't tell chris but he really does look like harry potter, he has that same little smirk. i hear you are now the floor make-out queen. You kiss your mother with that mouth?! And at your house... in your room... My God. And Devy thought you and mike were gonna be a problem without her there. hehehe...

I'm beginning to feel big enough. I dont want to need so badly approval or when i fly into sf i dont want to miss going home where its all so easy. where the homework is easy or nonexistant, where tony knows me and my stroke, where i felt so loved it would have swallowed me if i had looked around. im kinda dumb, im not too pretty, but im alive, and im conscious for the most part, and id like to tell my future self that im here, im paying attention...

you know what i want? i want a hug and a kiss on the forehead. oh and some sex would be nice too...hahahahah. is that a lot to ask? should i just give up now?

2002-10-26T19:14:00.000-07:00

i feel like youre changing. everytime i see you in my minds eye youre different. you change in the way a puddle of gasoline shifts every time you look at it. i cant explain it. im missing what youre becoming - it makes me sad.

2002-10-21T22:13:00.000-07:00

Hurray for the fucking Ataris you fuckers!!!!!

Anyhow, I'm so glad everyone in the group is having a good time in college. And in using this to gossip, I hear Sara is still with Lexi and I have concluded that there is no way we could have prevented this. It was inevitable she would date a guy even EUgene calls an asshole... hehe. But that's just fun news. Ashley and I went up to Clarke Kerr today and I realized I have been robbed of my privleges as an athlete! What fun is it being a dumb jock when you can't not appreciate your plush surroundings and enormous privleges. I want to live in the resort and be despised by the shmucks at Unit three. It seriously looks like Sunnydale High, or one of the missions or something. And I'd forgotten how much fun doorbell ditching is. Especially when you can stalk for someone else while "working out." The pool is broken, rumors about it taking a week to fix. This should be fantastic, but all it really means is that somehow we have to get our asses up to Golden Bear all the time. So there's some suckiness. BUt so so happy to get to see everyone soon!

Ashley thinks I'm sick. I need help. Professional Help.

2002-10-18T08:26:00.000-07:00

Ok, I plead insanity, I just remembered the basis of fairytales. Not to mention the Grimm Brothers. I guess I'm not really all for the whole blood bath thing.

But hello to the pain.

2002-10-17T23:51:00.000-07:00

Is it really wrong to want a fairytale? Eh.

2002-10-15T12:35:00.000-07:00

Ashley you are a stud muffin. My new favorite ROck. And did anyone else realize that in the beginning of the year half of the swim team decides to quit? I sure didn't. Someone said that five people have quit already, and it's kind of weirding me out. I always thought I'd want to swim until the day I die, but now I'm thinking it seems pretty easy to burn out. And I love the team, even though Clabe's right. But if I'm not a swimming vegetable by the time I'm done with school I'd like to do masters swimming, just for fun. And open water swimming kicks ass, that way I wouldn't have to compare myself with my younger self when I get old and fat. Cause the only other thing I'll be doing by that time is sitting on a porch somewhere with Kath and drinking. I want your years greedily.
This weekend we have recruits and two are staying with Flora and I on Saturday night. Unfortunatly this means I really need to do laundry - Mike's in my sheets... And everyone seems to think I have something going on with Mike, but there's only my senior year fantasy, ahhh.....
Unlimited cell phones minutes are the best thing that has happened to journal sharing. ANd speaking of nothing really, after the evil Chem Midterm I get to go over to Nat's House and eat real food AND watch Buffy. I think this will probably be the best night of my life - not counting frolicking nights and long car-share ranting rides.

I was talking to Kath, and wondering what I did over the weekends throughout hs. I don't think we went out, and if we did, we played pool, went over to someone's house, watched a movie, snuck into pools, or drove around ranting. We went to the beach at night a couple times. But we went to one high school party, at which we didn't drink, and maybe smoked once. What the hell has happened? I can't figure it out.

On a cheerful note: Hahahhahahaha!

2002-10-13T13:37:00.000-07:00

You know, maybe walling isn't the way to go. And Kath I love you bunches, welcome back! Did anyone hear about the bank robbery in Burlingame? Mike Johnson came up to me yesterday and said something like two guys came into I think it was Wells Fargo on the Ave and held up the bank and shot someone. I don't know the details, and I feel really disconnected to um life in general. I know I'm the closest to home, but if anyone else wants to share give me a call.
And Michael Jolliffe, you are a superstar, I just want you to know that.
I'd like to end this blog with several memorable quotes from this weekend.
Mike: "Omigod, I have to piss so bad! I'm just like a racehorse, except I don't have a tail."
Mike: "Your uterous is raring to go."

2002-10-10T11:29:00.000-07:00

I'm seriously thinking about bringing my bike here. Or that random bike that has been at my house for the past six years, Kath, I swear it's yours. Or maybe Jimmy's?? Anyhow, I miss driving the beautiful speed-mobile, Johnny, at 95 on 280 with the dashboard vibrating, the seats shaking, and the friendly cop you see at 4:25am. Especially when you hit the pothole by 92 just right, and have to keep excelerating so Johnny can make it up the hill by good old Junipero Serra. I just don't get that "I'm gonna die, this is such a rush" feeling here. This is of course with the exception of waking up 5 minutes late and running to practice without your roommate, thinking "Teri is going to eat me and sell my firstborn on the black market." I like Teri, but she scares me, man.
But there was a point at some point. I think it had something to do with the ugly red bike in my garage. No offense to Kath or Jimmy.
As a side note, can we all take a moment to appreciate the good people at VitaSoy and Hershey's cause I'm now addicted, with half the case gone, thank you dad.
To jump topics again, the lucky Gina got to go home and see Tony... I miss the Fat man, who I hear is now nonexistantly skinny. I'm excited for winter break, so I can get my ass properly kicked with some outrageous set like 20 1000s, or Burgess, that I won't be able to do because I will have been in sprinter heaven for about four months.
And now we come up on my favorite topic, guys. For someone who has almost always had at least an obsessive crush that lasted far too long to be healthy and has ended in what I would like to believe is finally hatred, but can never be, you bastard; my guy life is surprisingly dormant. And with that I mean really boring. There was almost a thing, but then all of a sudden, Wham, no thing. It confuses me just to think about it. And I can't help feeling some Becca-Rob syndrome here, although that's not fair to the thing. Yeah, so I want to wall, maybe. Or something. Or maybe I should just go take a nap.

Signing Off,

2002-10-09T16:19:00.000-07:00

I love that feeling you get when you're connected to everything. It's almost like I can feel the valence electrons, and the only thing I see when I close my eyes is the tetrahedral shape with two unpaired electrons. Pardon me but this sorta scares me.

2002-10-07T12:57:00.000-07:00

Well, Interestingly enough, I did not get to swim on Friday. Also on the fascinating side, I have come to the conclusion that Teri hates me. This was determined by a mass of scientific reasoning and shit. I have been accused of jumping to conclusions on this one, but I took a small step and conclusions there were.
So that sucks. On the upside, my mom, Ker and I went shopping yesterday, and I feel that I personally have helped the economy. Now I have practice which is sucking more and more based on the aforementioned principle. And I learned that I missed Mike! Damn you world! But reserve that weekend, Nov 9th is it? Part of the Group back together....
Ok, thats it for me.

2002-10-01T12:53:00.000-07:00

Going home on Sunday was great. I got to be incredibly boring, and normal and not have to worry about anything except making sure all my laundry got done, and that my little sister stayed away from most of my stuff. Straightening doll's hair is never a good idea by the way. And of course I got to see my babies... who needs guys when you have cats (yeah, that's an argument for me becoming an old cat lady, thanks Andrey)
And I'm kicking off the sickness, even though they won't let me practice yet. Blah, blah, trust, rest, blah, I'm so stuffy, let me have a scone. And if I cant swim on Friday I'll be pissed.
And thats it from here.

2002-09-29T03:54:00.000-07:00

Old poem thingy:

It isn’t looking over a cliff once, or staring at the razor blade a little too long. It isn’t in the E or the Motrin or in the Valium, or in the little glass bottles or blunts. You can’t capture the impulse, classify or define it. It’s wondering what is behind your skin, maybe peeling it back to take a peek. It’s accelerating through the curves to feel gone. Walking through the house looking, looking. What I’m looking for I don’t see in the cabinets, shelves, or the empty stares of the windows. I always thought I was looking for someone, that a face would suddenly seep into my head, my skin and make me whole. My death isn’t something I romanticize. It would be something I welcomed, like an old acquaintance to my home. Is death hungry? It will eat. Is it thirsty? It will drink.

2002-09-29T03:41:00.000-07:00

I once heard the definition of insanity is repeating the same behavior over and over again expecting different results. I'm guilty, I did, and I do.
I don't know what I'm doing, I just know I want this limbo over with and finished. I've never had any sort of patience, and I will continue to prove that in this situation.
Hah, I'm so great at this, huh?
Anyhow, I'm going home later this morning, so I'm a little excited. I plan to do incredibly boring stuff like do laundry, watch tv with my sister, and maybe even go shopping with my mom so she can buy me stuff. It's going to be strange cause my friends are all off at college, but the youngins, Eugene and Andrey should maybe stop by. Then maybe go out to dinner with John, Gina, and Matty.
Aside from this, I miss everybody, and I really want to visit Ames. And, as always, guys suck.

So this is about where I am, in limbo-pergatory-hell place.

2002-09-27T10:46:00.000-07:00

Okay, I know I'll say this many times, cause I've said it tons of times before: Guys Suck. I think with that easy phrase I could cover my entire dating history. As well as my non-dating history. This general, yet specific complaint will probably be with me for the rest of my life.
Ahhh what am I thinking? Manwhores and shirt thieves and musicians and longboarders. Bah, if I could be a lesbian I would be... ;0 to kath... Oh and I'm sick and was taken against my will to the hospital cause they thought i had meningitis. And that about covers where I am now. Did I mention guys suck?

2002-09-26T16:49:00.000-07:00

Can you tell I just started this?

#3
I'm slipping in between
Your dreams
I don’t understand half the things you say
Do I have to say I’m sorry well I’m sorry
I can’t stand to see your face
As you walk away
Telling me now I don’t get to have a say

I can't watch your tears
Or let you go
I know
I don't want to look any closer
Cause I'm crashed
And then you bring me home
I'm afraid to find out what you need
Maybe there's no room
In you for me
If I hurt you then I'm sorry
Please don't think that this is easy
We both know what its like to be alone
And there's no room

And then you bring me home
Wrap your legs around me
I come down the stairs
Your fingers curled in my hair
Those nights in your car
Never got us very far

Now I'm dying in another's arms
If this is what it takes to live with what I did to you
Then I’ll be here
And now you want to talk
Maybe you can keep me up, spinning like a dream
Did you know I miss you
You got into my head
You know no one'll ever hurt you like I do
And then you bring me home
Not alone

2002-09-26T16:07:00.000-07:00

Just testing this out. And like the title this is fascinating, I know. In interesting news, I took a fun trip to the emergency room cause they I had meningitis. Now I'm supposed to watch myself carefully for the next couple of days, blah, blah. Missed a Midterm in Math 16A today which would have been an ego booster, but alas. I have come to the conclusion that I am my parents worst nightmare.