I just love Brian's attempt at normalcy. He like, totally sucked at trying to blend in with rest of society that totally doesn't know how to talk correctly. (Then again, my attempt was quite lame as well.)
Kelly and I talked about colleges for her yesterday. How strange. My baby sister going to college in a year. Eak.
I had Philosophy this morning. Already two pages of notes, plus an eye, lips, fruit bowl, and abstract in the margins. I convince myself that doodling "helps" me pay attention, but perhaps that was the coffee.
I've been looking in the mirror (figuratively) lately and wondering where this person that I see before me came from. It feels like I woke up one day and just decided to change. Grew a backbone. There is more to this thought, but it seems to have slipped my mind.
the end
Blank Canvas
Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain. - Elie Wiesel

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