2001-10-15 - 11:20 p.m.
ive been reading diaries of people that i dont know for a little while now. my eyes are hurting pretty badly. weird, and random diaries such as neil bledsoe, and this girl that goes to my school that i can tell is cool, but is a junior, and too afraid to talk. apparently her friend might have a crush on my davy. or did this summer. she talks about esposito, and her friend being in love with dave... so maybe...?
the enrapturing sunset tonight. it wasnt all pretty with colors and fluffy clouds. it was kinda greyish, and the clouds were cirrus, and there was only really one, and it was low on the horizon. the sun wasnt hitting it just right, it was hardly hitting it at all. but somehow it was really great. it was so imperfectly grand that i almost cried.
ow my boobs hurt.
oh yes! it seems as if i need to clear up a discrepancy from a past entry! when i spoke of kt and i involving ourselves in "recreational activities," i did in NO way intend for it to allude to any bisexual indulgences! you all can stop wondering now.
so im reading a new book, and its really depressing me, a lot. theres something really attractive about it, though. very interesting. theyre calling the writer the "sylvia plath of gen x." i can see it, but the depression is much different than plaths. deep rooted depression, and dependancies and dabbling with both legal and illegal medicinal suppliments. aptly called prozac nation.
bad entry. sorry. im exhausted. the other diaries drained me. goodnight.
