Song: The New Amsterdams - From California

It's a matter of forgiving, but not forgetting. Everything, I guess.

So things never go the way they are supposed to. I accept it.

It is 12:51. Har, the Strokes.

I wish things would just be a little more sympathetic. I sense a boulder.

A big big big rock.

With all this Closer business, I guess I want to go see it. So maybe I will.

My mom leaves for Taiwan Wednesday.

I dunno.

I feel so bad. It's almost as if she doesn't know what to do with me anymore.

Nobody knows what to do anymore.

All I want is for The Juliana Theory and Ben Folds to come. Sigh. What a dream. If I could compose my own dream, theyyyyy would be my symphony. Sighhh.

YOU would be my symphony, brett detar.

for sure. <3

bittersweet symphony?

no.

head-over-heels? yes.

We'll overcome our fears. I know we will. And we won't literally kill two birds with one stone. Or, you won't. It'll all be fine and dandy, I know it. The past prevents all. Which is ironic, that sentence itself.

And as for you and your absence of reminder to me, I respond out of my own will: I love you.

I drew your face today. :) You are goofy.

Me and Katieskanks saw the cutest shoes. Ever. They were both flats. One was white w/ a plaid...front and back. And it was so cute. And the other were pink or white... w/flowers and the ribbons like ballet shoes! Sooo cute. $25 too much. 0 = perfect. But. All reminders of how I must go to Asia. Narf. ONe more year, ha.

I long for sleep.

Goodnight.

<3 Frances