play that song until purple glitter emerges from the woods

Lethargy
Antibiotics
Paper-writing

I can't make myself enjoy school right now. I've been trying, though. Met a really good vocalist from Umass. We're trying to get together a band and went to Panera last Tuesday to talk about what we want to do. He had the city from Coheed and Cambria's first album tattooed on his arm and I thought that was pretty rad. Reminded me of Kevin because he has a similar tattoo. Regardless of what I said in my last post, making new friends is awfully exciting.
I made my birthday list and there are like three things on it. A necklace, some booties, and a baseball shirt from AA. This is the post of sentence fragments. Oh well.

spring and by summer fall

The weather is changing and I am excited. Nothing evokes a warm feeling like putting on a hoodie and a scarf, or a pair of boots and a blazer. My birthday is coming up soon and I need to think of something fantastic to ask for. Clothes are unexciting and uncreative to me.

I am slowly finding myself in a more positive place even though my dependency on caffeine is outrageous and my class readings are strangers to my eyes. My love for solitude has been replenished since returning to Smith and I find great pleasure in alone time. Maybe too much alone time. I don't really talk to many people around campus except for the people I already know and I feel like I may be wasting an opportunity to put myself out there as a person. Strangely I feel comfortable and settled with what I have, and when the time comes where I want more, I have the tools to do so. I don't need to have a lot of friends to be happy. There are at least 13 people in my contacts who I could have a four hour conversation with whenever I feel like it. That to me, is irreplaceable and special. I'd rather have close friends anyway. I find myself much more satisfied when people fall into my life unexpectedly and without force.

look what love gave us

when losing a mind is like losing a pair of car keys

I lost my mind somewhere over the border
Can't remember my name or my favorite song
Words don't come easily anymore
But I guess somebody gave me this pen
Still though
It will never be my own pen
I don't know where that is
Someday I hope to meet my vocabulary
My birthday, my love, my music--all unexpectedly
Maybe encounter them in a dark alley one night
Lacerate them, then put them back together
Because they need to fit just right
With no gaps or spaces
Then I'll tell them to go home
That is
If I can recognize them in the first place