this here journal entry is for holly...hi holly! i updated 
i feel so lucky sometimes to have certain people in my life...so here is a little tribute to one of them.
what is on my mind right now is one of my best friends just graduated from college.i am so proud of him. we made midnight margaritas, glutonized on indian food, organized a protest against the evil-in-a-bad-way fred phelps, among our many adventures. he consoled me when i couldn't be consoled when my bf missed my birthday. our converstations were and are almost vital to who i am now.
he is so amazingly talented. he is one of the most wonderful people i have ever met in my life. i owe a part of who i am to him... anyhow, the point is this:
he's moving to san diego tomorrow. i am so sad right now, that i...i don't know. i had no idea it would affect me as it has. but i know he's going to do amazing things with his life; he already has. he does them everyday.
in less than a year, il'l be moving to england. i will have to do this again, on a different scale...i don't know how one begins to prepare for that. the future is bright, but the past is the colour of old photographs, a tinge brown, a tinge gold. good and bad. nostalgia kicks my ass everytime.
on that note. i'm a lucky girl and tonight i know it.
tell me a story. your prompt is gold.
update:
today, i'm packing up all my things again. it just hit me that when i leave this room, i won't be coming back to it. and as much as i loathe dorm life, and pretty consistently this room, i feel that i've spent a life here rather than a few months. things i thought would last forever dissolved in these walls. other things grew in their place or left a void. melancholy. so that's what it feels like.
so i won't have internet for awhile. but i'll be back.
i feel so lucky sometimes to have certain people in my life...so here is a little tribute to one of them.
what is on my mind right now is one of my best friends just graduated from college.i am so proud of him. we made midnight margaritas, glutonized on indian food, organized a protest against the evil-in-a-bad-way fred phelps, among our many adventures. he consoled me when i couldn't be consoled when my bf missed my birthday. our converstations were and are almost vital to who i am now.
he is so amazingly talented. he is one of the most wonderful people i have ever met in my life. i owe a part of who i am to him... anyhow, the point is this:
he's moving to san diego tomorrow. i am so sad right now, that i...i don't know. i had no idea it would affect me as it has. but i know he's going to do amazing things with his life; he already has. he does them everyday.
in less than a year, il'l be moving to england. i will have to do this again, on a different scale...i don't know how one begins to prepare for that. the future is bright, but the past is the colour of old photographs, a tinge brown, a tinge gold. good and bad. nostalgia kicks my ass everytime.
on that note. i'm a lucky girl and tonight i know it.
tell me a story. your prompt is gold.
update:
today, i'm packing up all my things again. it just hit me that when i leave this room, i won't be coming back to it. and as much as i loathe dorm life, and pretty consistently this room, i feel that i've spent a life here rather than a few months. things i thought would last forever dissolved in these walls. other things grew in their place or left a void. melancholy. so that's what it feels like.
so i won't have internet for awhile. but i'll be back.
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and when we see each other, it's all that much sweeter. We catch up on good times. and on bad. When I saw him in winter we both had some really bad times to catch up on. A cancer death in both our lives. One was a 3 year old bunny. One was a good friend of Joe's and aquantance of mine. Both far too young.
But life moved on. And he's back in town this week as a matter of fact. I saw him yesterday and he told me the greatest stories. The kind of stories that make me wish I actually did go to college. (I'm mostly self-taught because what good is college going to do an editor.) I usually don't regret that desicion. But I just...wish I could put a name to it.
I guess I want to have it all. you know? Have my cake and eat it too.
oh well.
Enjoy your life in England. It's a good place. So I've been told.
Never actually been there.
hmmmmm....