Most of the time I swim happily along in this California river. Then someone sends me something like a photo and I start missing them all over again. They all hung out on Saturday night, Carter, Chris, Christina, Chrissy, James, and Kent. I miss them.
(10:33 p.m.)
Maybe it’s not supposed to be easy. Mmaybe it’s supposed to be nerve-wracking and uncertain at first. I wonder if I’m up to the challenge of finding out.
I know that’s cryptic. It has been a long day, and tomorrow promises to be no different. I have two homework assignments due Thursday, a column due tomorrow afternoon, and a bunch of reading to do tonight. I won’t finish it all, but hopefully I can get at least half done. I am stressed by school, and confused about my personal life. I talked to Carter tonight, and to Neal. I watched TV while doing E206 homework. Now I am feeling the need to escape, but Nick is not there, and neither is Emily, and neither is Valerie. I wish Starbucks was still open.
I think I would smile really big if I could just find a good place with homemade ice cream here. Like Jake’s. Is that so much to ask?
