Sometimes the best times in life include the following two verbs: "to eat" and "to talk". I employed them both tonight and somehow it began to heal me. I don't enjoy crying very much. I haven't cried once this semester - well, that is until today. I cried three times today. Three times! Once in the caf at dinner, once while lying in bed after practicing piano and once tonight with Mel over a steaming mug of spicy orange dip. We sat there in silence for a while, except for the bold crunching of Mission Tortilla Chips. This usually bothers me to no end. However, I let it slip tonight because I decided that my friendship with Mel and solving the woes of my college life were far superior than my nerves being twisted and detonated by having to listen to the gnashing of teeth.
My senior recital is approaching with unforeseen speed. I am worried, to say the very least.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
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