what was really unexpected

in a group consisting of my two best friends and me (or really, in any group), I never, ever expected to be the one who was actually okay with standing in front of a bunch of people and making a total ass of herself for a laugh.

I never expected to be the one who not only didn't have stage fright, but was comfortable up there, impatient when everybody else wasn't as comfortable. but I was.

I don't know when that happened. I'm really rather unaccustomed to feeling fearless.

Stephen's kind of my hero. I have a feeling he might approve.

"under the right circumstances, disco metal can make you cry. it can make you walk into walls."

dude.

I think I need to start updating from school. things worth writing come to me there and by the time I get home, staring at Quark XPress for two hours trying to send a magazine has basically beaten it out of me, and I just crash until whatever hockey game is on that night comes on. (on that note, this is late but WOOOOOO HAWKS! I knew they could do it all along, Luongo is basically the only thing Vancouver has going for them. and Pens v Caps tonight. the first Game 7 I've truly paid attention to in my life. I may die. whether of joy or frustration remains to be seen.)

however, staying after today did yield this:

"dude...I am NOT going to sit here and PDF this again just because you had to be Jack's smirking revenge."

Fight Club subterfuge ftw. makes the magazine work bearable at times.

you're never too old

now we sit atop monkey bars

we used to hang on

balance precariously

and wait out our last month here.