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Oh hey, I just noticed that this month is my five year anniversary as an SG member.
This journal has always swung between impersonally irreverent, and intimately morose. Alternately used as a place to snark and scoff, or cry and bleed.
I haven't sat down and reread this blog "cover to cover," if you will, as I did a few days ago with my paper bound journal that I started around the same time in my life. Perhaps I shall have to do that. Reading that journal, some of my thoughts and feelings from that era sounded incredibly similar to things I am thinking and feeling right now in my life.
Thursday night, I burst into tears . . . because I am so fucking happy. I was literally so happy I cried. I feel like I can't even contain all the frantic energy that is bubbling inside me, like everything in me is shining so hard that my skin might tear open from the pressure of being in love.
Someone told me that, "You sound like you're in love." I am! I have fallen in love with music, and writing, and reading, and friends, and every stranger I meet on the street. I have fallen in love with the feeling of summer sweat sticking to my skin; the cold air rushing through the window on long drives; the laughter that I can't contain; the smiles that constantly tear my face for no apparent reason; the blackness of night, and the golden glow of day; with riding bikes; with walking aimlessly; with crowds; with solitude; with the taste of coffee; with the burn of my cloves in my lungs; with daydreaming; with over-analyzing; with running into things; with the awkward grace of my own body; with the sense that I am electric; with those fleeting and infrequent melancholy moments; with the desire to get back in my classroom; with the knowledge I am going to evolve into an amazing teacher; with the drive to do just that; with the sense that I am boundless and free, and possess the infinite potential to love others, driven by this sense that I am really coming to understand...
This journal has always swung between impersonally irreverent, and intimately morose. Alternately used as a place to snark and scoff, or cry and bleed.
I haven't sat down and reread this blog "cover to cover," if you will, as I did a few days ago with my paper bound journal that I started around the same time in my life. Perhaps I shall have to do that. Reading that journal, some of my thoughts and feelings from that era sounded incredibly similar to things I am thinking and feeling right now in my life.
Thursday night, I burst into tears . . . because I am so fucking happy. I was literally so happy I cried. I feel like I can't even contain all the frantic energy that is bubbling inside me, like everything in me is shining so hard that my skin might tear open from the pressure of being in love.
Someone told me that, "You sound like you're in love." I am! I have fallen in love with music, and writing, and reading, and friends, and every stranger I meet on the street. I have fallen in love with the feeling of summer sweat sticking to my skin; the cold air rushing through the window on long drives; the laughter that I can't contain; the smiles that constantly tear my face for no apparent reason; the blackness of night, and the golden glow of day; with riding bikes; with walking aimlessly; with crowds; with solitude; with the taste of coffee; with the burn of my cloves in my lungs; with daydreaming; with over-analyzing; with running into things; with the awkward grace of my own body; with the sense that I am electric; with those fleeting and infrequent melancholy moments; with the desire to get back in my classroom; with the knowledge I am going to evolve into an amazing teacher; with the drive to do just that; with the sense that I am boundless and free, and possess the infinite potential to love others, driven by this sense that I am really coming to understand...
JULY 2008
SupremePizzaMan