philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks, religion is a light in the fog

3:39 p.m. x 2004-09-15

humorously futile argumentathon and awesome sophmore alyssia (ah-lee-sha) peppered today with niceness. i'm becoming increasingly more and more happy to know who i know, even when they bicker over who is simon and who is garfunkel. who put such a high price on marrying edie brickell? have receeding orange afro pride.

my only worry about anything end-of-high-school related is that there are some people i really adored, that i didn't get to know them better. and when i say that, i don't mean every minute detail of their existance, the depths of their personal issues or anything - i mean like their secret favorite magazine, a weakness for certain peculiar asian dishes or grating radio single.

i'm sorry i don't know more stupid shit about those of whom i really care about. that tends to be what i value the most about knowing people. i have a little bit of a history when it comes to elaborate confiding and heavy conversation but listening to someone talk about how the punching bag thing in the back of their throat looks like a little clansman...

...that really means something.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11