[25 Sep 2005|03:41pm] I had about the perfect chance to tell him I miss you. (Or something real close to it) But I lost it. He told me he saw me running the other day. I thought of the perfect reply about two hours later. It made me really happy seeing you. But I missed my chance. I'm always missing opportunities, and quite frankly, I'm sick of it. I really and truly am. Why's it so damn hard? I think I'm scared to find out he doesn't miss me as much as I miss him. post comment

[04 Sep 2005|01:47pm] I like how he always seems to come on MSN only to talk to me. post comment

sister, sister. [11 Aug 2005|06:35pm] post comment

[11 Aug 2005|03:22pm] I really hate being obvious, but sometimes it's my only choice I have you know? post comment

thank you daddy! [10 Aug 2005|12:05pm] Pentium 4. 80 GB. Wireless LAN. 15.4" Widescreen. And now my mom's yelling at me because I've been online ever since I got this. 2 comments|post comment

[29 Jul 2005|08:13pm] This summer I'm especially missing everyone. Even the people I argued with in class, or people I never even talked to, but just saw on a daily basis. I actually miss the school and walking down the hallways, passing by hundreds of familiar faces I've grown with the past years. I still can't believe that I won't be seeing some people next year with them going to different schools. Especially him. I just don't find it fair. We only started talking during the last week of school and for the first time, in a long time, I felt that I had met someone very promising. I think we had a connection, we only talked to each other for two days and already I was coming back to him the next day, and the day after that. The last day of school came too fast and at the dance, he tapped me on the shoulder. I'm not sure if he said something. Whether or not he said something, it didn't really matter, because he didn't have to. It was our goodbye dance. When goodbye felt so wrong. post comment

post-it notes for strangers [28 Jul 2005|02:42pm] 4 comments|post comment

middle school stairs [24 Jul 2005|03:33pm] post comment

light fixture [22 Jul 2005|02:45pm] post comment

Zuup [22 Jul 2005|02:38pm] I was bored so I made a zuup account. If you have one, add me and I'll add you back. [click image] post comment

Graduation [01 Jul 2005|02:52pm] Preparing for Grad The Outcome: 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet Try to find some money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the things meet yeah -Bittersweet Symphony; The Verve ( Here's to the nights we felt alive, here's to the tears you knew you'd cry, here's to goodbye. Tomorrow's gonna come too soon. ) post comment

round midnight [26 Jun 2005|12:34pm] ( I've never heard band music that I truly did like... Until his solo met my ears and matched the beat of my heart. ) It ends in a symphony of tragedies. 2 comments|post comment

Ottawa Trip: June 14 - 17 [25 Jun 2005|07:20pm] Ottawa trip was wonderful. I love visiting other cities and getting out of the familiar cycle of this place. These buildings are artworks singing to my camera and I feel the need to capture every single one with a click and a flash. I tend to be like that a lot. I'm afraid all these past memories will fade away into black and white, and eventually turn into unreadable blurs. Ottawa in itself, is an artist. She climbs to the highest peak she can find that overlooks the Ottawa River and Rideau Canal. And here she starts to paint; on her endless canvas. The sun is like an orange, streaking the sky with its squeezed contents. Her architecture is flawless, her landscape; everlasting. This entry took me a long time to organize, so you better read it. ( four days of escape ) Subtracting the confusion and jealousy of a certain girl, screaming out at the top of my lungs with Risa, Taylor, and Andrea was one of the greatest feelings in the world. I felt alive, I felt infinite. Everyone was mostly inside the roofed area of the white-washed vessel, and maybe that was where all the action was but the true beauty was out where we were. Together, we stood looking out over the boat's edge to everything surrounding us. The envy was soon washed over by the deep amethyst water that harmoniously rippled below the lavender dusted sky. Along with the bridge that stood out in black; with sequined-lights blinking as crystals would in the sunlight. It looked like a photoshopped photo for a tourist advertisement. The music blarred, and maybe it was just me, but it seemed like the sound waves had been screaming at the river just like we were. ( the music and the ripples ) post comment

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