2004-11-24
swede
i like this template, i don't feel too fickle i'll probably stick with it for a while.
my brother is coming here for thanksgiving and i'm pretty glad about that.
i had a dream last night that we went to mcdonald's and grace was there, my aunt and uncle were talking about prepping her for the SAT's. i didn't think it was that ridiculous at the time. then i saw people going to class at what i called fvcc, but it was based off the 4th-5th period staircase. that was messed up. frizz.
the relationship between john steinbeck and ed ricketts was amazing. you should hear the way he writes about his friend, so candid and lovingly. his words make him sound feeble and enthralled in comparison, particularly interesting considering he is a nobel-prize winning author. ed ricketts was a legend, he is Slim. no, no, slim was him. ricketts was such an inspiring force in steinbeck's life. imagine looking at someone else just to see life as it is, simply put and somehow only complex in an encouraging way. a behaviorism so likeable that all yearn to be in its presence simply to bask. i don't know ed ricketts. but steinbeck certainly did.
turkeys are ugly. remember construction paper trace hand bad at cutting with scissors it's a bit jagged wet glue too much write what you're thankful for on the finger/feathers. i went to elementary school at Cherry Valley, yes it is as pleasant as it sounds. my second grade teacher was swedish, she taught us how to weave hearts out of paper like they did in sweden.
i had a wonderful idea of what to do with my project as i woke up this morning. i think it partially came to be within a dream, i envisioned it and laughed. green paper. it will require assistance.
i know the twelve days of christmas. inherently.
thanksgiving used to be about God, it really did. look what happened.
last night i had a dream that we went to disneyland, went on all the rides didn't have to wait in line. i took you to your house where we stared up at the stars, i listened to your heart beat as i held you in my arms.
ben, email me. we both think we're so busy. i miss you. i miss skiing with you, every year. remember when you "saved" that girl? remember our first time down inspiration? glory hole? remember all the times? they were so good. come back just so we can ski together.
well i know this is all really bad and inconsistent, and the face is new so it's all a bit unsettling. oh well. i write for myself. this break might kind of suck because i'm bored already and who knows if my peaked interest in my english project will last through the weekend. julian called. i better make plans. friends, save me your leftovers, i'll try some and judge you buy the taste. everyone have a happy happy thanksgiving.
leesah-likes at 5:42 p.m.