april 29, 2001
two years...sounds like a song. sounds like a situation. sounds like something to remember. everything is something to remember, whether you want the details sticking inside your head or not. memories are materials that build a person, well, this one at least. memories and random details and maybe a vegetarian burrito or two along the way.
words are so lovely. they are so very powerful, so much so that i feel uneasy when i'm unable to sit somewhere and write a few of them down. yesterday they were questions silently asked of god, and tonight they mark an ending for myself. the last words on the last page..it's magic that for once isn't just a trick, and that is more than words could ever say.

april 25,2001
so one of the best teachers i've ever had teaches me some more. you smile even on the nastiest days, tell jokes through your trombone, and in your own way you can make a train wreck something to giggle about. i hope to have as many random stories as you do, and to be able to tell them even half as well.

april 23, 2001
holding onto days of sunlight and weekend book sales, lying down to nights of words in the darkness.
may the sky always taste this sweet
and the grass always feel this soft.

april 9, 2001
lots of things have been going terribly wrong lately..it's like i was pushed off a cliff and fell all the way to the bottom, and i've been trying to pick myself up and crawl back up to where i was before. every couple of days i think i've finally reached level ground, only to discover that my feet have slipped and i'm sliding downward fast.
today though, it is warm and nice outside. i had a great breakfast and a good violin lesson as well, and a little orange kitty even tried to follow me to school. and friends i thought i had lost are patting my shoulders and saying hello.
here's the building up of a mountain of little things..little things i love, and details i can't seem to do without.
each of these is a stone under my feet. piled up high enough, they could walk a girl up to the stars.