collecting my thoughts

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong.

-- Jack Gilbert, from "The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart"

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"Have you chosen a college yet?"

No. The answer is no.

"Narrowed it down?"

To two. They're both in Boston.

"Well of course _________, right?"

Well if it were that easy, I wouldn't still be waffling.

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What is more interesting is the _________. Some people have very strong feelings for or against either of the two contending schools, is all. I'm tired. I want to keep my grades, and I don't want to keep my grades. I want graduation to be over with, but I still need to fulfill some requirements. I just want to sleep in, work part time, watch movies, be lazy. Read some books here and there.

I leave Thursday morning at 5 AM.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There's no room
No space to rent in this town

You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere

You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace

It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away