3.05.2003
You are pink. You are in limbo. Not pure and manipulated like white, not impure and noble like red. You are unsure of your real identity, but whatever you chose it to be, you can be it. That is your power. You change everyone you touch, and everyone remembers you. In literature, pink represents the place between heaven and hell. You are the one we will never forget.
What inner color are you?
Interesting...I've always loved the Utena manga artwork ^^
Listening to a lot of David Gray and Train lately, but I don't really know why. The music seems to lighten my mood though, which is a good thing.
Thinking of music, I'm still a little miffed about no Bruce tickets, but oh well. Just another concert I've missed because of self-inflicted poverty *dies*...
Time for Shallowness: This really cute guy came into Eckerd Sunday. It was right after I had gotten into an arguement with my boss, and I was about to cry. But talking to him and seeing how nice he was helped alot. Yet again, I'll never see him again. I keep seeing photos from college friends, and it's like "I'll never meet and be friends with all these great guys." Lily will, that's a given. She's so charasmatic it's unavoidable. She'll be the cute, girl-across-the-hall, social butterfly with the quiet and strange roomate.
Amanda gave me her phone number at lunch today out of the blue. The note's cute, it's like "let's hang out!" and below that, underlined twice, is three letters: woo. Thought that was adorable. I'll have to scan it (editing out the number of course) to show whoever reads this damn thing. Amanda's awesome. There's no question. Her and Amy are like, super-friends or something.
I feel...disjointed is the best term I think. Like I don't want to be here anymore. These feelings used to come and go, but lately they've been more insistent. That Train song I posted last time is really speaking to me right now. Argh...I'm definitely ready for graduation.
I'm coming waltzing back and moving into your head
Please, I wouldn't pass this by
I would take any more than
What sort of man goes by
I will bring water
Why wont you ever be glad
It melts into wonder
I came in praying for you
why wont you run
in the rain and play
let the tears splash all over you
