i had this crazy notion--at a time when i had three separate blogs--that i wrote differently in each one of them. i had a style particular to each that, to me, mattered; whether or not it was truly noticeable to anyone else who read them. when i deleted my xanga, i felt like i deleted the most proper journal-type blog that was personal and yet slightly sophisticated, as if i could publish a few entries. again, whether or not they were publishable or truly different from this blog or from livejournal, that is the prerogative of someone else. i am now just rambling on my last free night before i go back to school tomorrow. waking up at 7:30 is not going to be pretty, especially if i am okay with keeping these rollers in. i wonder how every 50's wife got such pretty hair. beauty is pain.
hey so,
anyone want to go to new york with me in the spring/summer/early fall/possibly in december/reading week next year( but that's pushing it)?
currently listening to: swimming pool--the submarines
