absinthe

on the day we moved in (december 7th) 8 years ago my parents told me they are moving to the east coast. It's strange, it's good, it's scary, it's a relief. I knew they wouldn't stay when one of the limbs of our 100 year old almond tree fell off, smashing the roof of my car and splintering the tree down the middle. It seems right for them to move to a place where all the trees are old that way, where the green grows over smashed cars, where backyards go for days.

finals week is in full swing. I've been waiting for this semester to end since it began, I've felt so confused academically. I need a fresh start.
/Cause we all need a fresh start. And I'm gonna get my fresh start, and I'm gonna wreck my fresh start .../ I will miss sculpture class with my friends though.

Last night was party party party. Winter parties have the kind of sharp, chilly energy that makes my heart flutter around in my ribcage, like anything could happen, in both the most ominous or beautiful way.



p.s - I'm dying of nostalgia, as my dormies are watching Dawson's Creek in the social room. When I was about 14 I was convinced that show was my life. I used to tape the episodes and watch them and cry !!