22 August 2003
Yeah, jet lag's gotten to me. But it's all right-- I'm going to stay up, pack, nap, then stay up for sleep over at Arney's.
Finally saw Dan again after a month of not. We talked for five hours, when he came over to "help me pack." I honestly did have the intention of packing while we talked, but it was getting much too fascinating for concentrating on anything else. It's strange... when I talk to Dan, we'll interrupt each other a lot, but then somehow continue on the same track of thought. So much can happen in a month! Or even two weeks!
It really makes me wonder how it'll be in four months, when I see everyone again during winter break. Missing out on those little moments in life that don't seem so important at the time, but build up to a life... I just don't know. And driving past Barclay Theatres tonight, it finally hit me-- Jeff's gone and Supriya's leaving tomorrow morning.
When I tear up though, I start thinking, why should I cry as though they're dead? I think, for the most part, I don't know how to treat these good byes, because you aren't gone forever, but you're gone enough so that you miss out on so much. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore-- or, do you ever have it when you keep thinking of doing something, then you forget if you've actually done it or not? That's how I feel with this entry. Have I mentioned this or that.. etc.?
I'll leave you with a haiku, though I feel like I have so much to write about:
spring cherryblossoms
blooming spilling into the
late hot summer wind
Finally saw Dan again after a month of not. We talked for five hours, when he came over to "help me pack." I honestly did have the intention of packing while we talked, but it was getting much too fascinating for concentrating on anything else. It's strange... when I talk to Dan, we'll interrupt each other a lot, but then somehow continue on the same track of thought. So much can happen in a month! Or even two weeks!
It really makes me wonder how it'll be in four months, when I see everyone again during winter break. Missing out on those little moments in life that don't seem so important at the time, but build up to a life... I just don't know. And driving past Barclay Theatres tonight, it finally hit me-- Jeff's gone and Supriya's leaving tomorrow morning.
When I tear up though, I start thinking, why should I cry as though they're dead? I think, for the most part, I don't know how to treat these good byes, because you aren't gone forever, but you're gone enough so that you miss out on so much. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore-- or, do you ever have it when you keep thinking of doing something, then you forget if you've actually done it or not? That's how I feel with this entry. Have I mentioned this or that.. etc.?
I'll leave you with a haiku, though I feel like I have so much to write about:
spring cherryblossoms
blooming spilling into the
late hot summer wind