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Archive for January, 2003

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Libby is happy! Libby got a copy of the Lion in Winter!

30

It was very odd this morning walking outside and smelling rain. It’s been so long since I’ve smelled it, I didn’t realize how much I missed it. There’s something about the smell of rain that makes me feel alive and wild and free, and at the same time like I’ve just come home.

29

“Wow, that’s like, real math up there.” –Mr. Talamini, when we walked into class and saw long division on the blackboard.

28

I need to get out more. I realized yesterday that even though I spend most of my time on campus I hardly ever see anyone, because all I do is go to class and then hang out in Roy’s room. I feel like I hardly have any friends of my own any more, and that’s [...]

27

I don’t know what it is about the sea that keeps calling to me. Every time I hear the seagulls wheeling overhead my heart sort of skips and I can almost smell the salt. I could never live away from the water. Even the yarn I picked out for my scarf reminds me of the [...]

26

I sometimes feel very jealous of Roy and his role-playing games. I hear him downstairs talking to Doug and Darlene and Tracy, and I have no idea of anything that they’re talking about. It’s a part of his life that I don’t understand at all, that I have no part in, and it makes me [...]

25

I’m so excited! Our new music for St. John’s Chorus has two soprano parts, and it’s so beautiful and so much fun! I love Byrd!

24

I think next year I need to live closer to campus. I am extremely frustrated with not being able to get home after Storyteller’s. Normally it’s not a problem, Amy usually is there and she gives me a ride back, but yesterday she just decided not to go and went to sleep instead, along with [...]

23

I suppose I should feel more sad about the fact that I’m leaving my family tomorrow and I won’t see them again for six months, but I’m really don’t feel that way at all. Annapolis feels like home now, much more than Portland does. I don’t have a life in Portland anymore, just memories. Everywhere [...]

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I like warm socks.