05 April 2004
I really ought not be posting. I should instead be doing something productive and mind nourishing, like reading Great Expectations, but I found a whole gaggle of Rochester blogs, and started remembering so many lovely high school things again.
It's strange, when I'm here at college, I focus on college and new york and friends here and reading. But when I happen upon Rochester memorabilia (actually I am surrounded by it but I think I've become immune to the photographs), I remember spring in high school and the impatience and the warm breeze and the secret giggles... today I heard JT's "Senorita" and it just reminded me of last year when I'd skip and go drive and listen to the JT cd in the beautiful weather.
Of course, I conveniently overlook the feeling of being boxed in with nothing to do and feeling oh so provincial. My mother called tonight and in the middle of one of her massive life updates told me that she saw my high school counselor, whom I'd stopped by and talked to during my spring visit. My counselor told my mother that I looked prettier and more stylish--a definite effect of new york on myself. So good things come from new york as well.
I don't even know where I'm going with this anymore and I ought to sleep now. Good night everyone!
It's strange, when I'm here at college, I focus on college and new york and friends here and reading. But when I happen upon Rochester memorabilia (actually I am surrounded by it but I think I've become immune to the photographs), I remember spring in high school and the impatience and the warm breeze and the secret giggles... today I heard JT's "Senorita" and it just reminded me of last year when I'd skip and go drive and listen to the JT cd in the beautiful weather.
Of course, I conveniently overlook the feeling of being boxed in with nothing to do and feeling oh so provincial. My mother called tonight and in the middle of one of her massive life updates told me that she saw my high school counselor, whom I'd stopped by and talked to during my spring visit. My counselor told my mother that I looked prettier and more stylish--a definite effect of new york on myself. So good things come from new york as well.
I don't even know where I'm going with this anymore and I ought to sleep now. Good night everyone!