let's hear it for culture! it's funny because none of us have any short term memories anymore. we all live completely in the moment and a half after the moment. so even if i'm feeling tired i don't remember feeling tired. that's the trick kids. coming closer and closer to the beautiful boy and that's all i'll say about that except that proximity...oh it's relative! relative minor. buka! mmm let's stop this cycle before it starts :^) visited swarthmore (swathmore) with emily and lisa - now we know not to go all the way to 30th street. through drexel's sad sad territory. buka, university city, there's a good clue. missing trains for ben i hope it's not a trend. and saw the ampitheatre (yeah hanseul!) and bits and pieces of good indie bands. and... that "and..." will just be my bastion against...uh...whatever. teehee. when eloquence breaks down is that friendship? the laziness. the sloth. that's terrible. significant silences? or all missis dalloway stylee. the moonlight. the shuffling of feet. okay. mmm. kin ya hear me through this racquet?