and thought i'd stay for a week.
2004-10-25 @ 10:06 p.m.

this afternoon my mom and i had drinks after school. she brought me a visa application and we filled it out together. i got really excited about shakespeare after a few glasses of wine and we were too late getting to the mall to buy me a daytimer. everything was closing so we just kind of walked around and window shopped. she's really great and she emailed my brother and i this letter about how proud she was of us, how we inspired her and how the tables were turning because right now we were exemplifying the way she needs to live. i thought that was cheesy and wonderful. i wrote my thesis for my humanities essay that's due on friday. i think this is going to be a lot easier than at first assumed, and now i'm turning my attention to worrying about my essay on cultural studies and the september eleventh atrocities. on another note, maybe worrying is such a weird word to spell because i should do less of it? mike keeps telling me i can do all of this. he says i'm a survivor, and that makes me think of the box that kyla made for me in highschool. the one that said, Vous ettes l'arc en ciel de ma couer. on the inside it said, "I've got better things to do than survive." I used to think that was really romantic but there's something ferocious about surviving that really appeals to me.

i'm a survivor, i'm not gone'take it, i'm not gone'give up, i'm gonna make it!

i think that's how it goes....

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