october: 6: 1998    :    tuesday
 

My shoes tell stories about me. really.

Today marion asked me if I was going to Columbia and I'm not sure what she meant. I thought she was talking about for school.. so I said yes.. even though I don't actually know if i am going there or not. But then I started to think about other things she could mean. oh well.

I am pissed at my forum. They make me sad. The younger, newer bunch of them have no sense of whats right and of respect. I am just glad I wasn't on the forum trip, because I would have been really mad if I knew what they were doing. A few people in my forum make it great while a few other people make is annoying and bad. But I am going to graduate with Alison. The two of us will make it. I hope.

"what would i do for a semester with no school?"

"you would move here"

"I would?"

"not really, but i had to run it past you"

You walk up to a group of people that you're not really down with, but you know them all offhand and one of them seems to have an interest in you. so you walk up and you chill with them for awhile.

Graham feels the same way I do towards life and school and all the commitments we've got. That is good in some ways, but also bad. Someday this will be over and we will be able to move on.

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