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Hand-written letters: For that matter, hand-written anything. When was the last time you wrote cursive? In fact, do you even know what the word "cursive" means? Kids born in 2011 won't -- but they'll put you to shame on a tiny keyboard. I read this article. And got as far as that. I still want one. And this just made me think that it's never going to happen in a million years. Which might be completely true. But I'd really like to think that it's not. Basically a week left of the semester. Basically have halfway decent grades. Basically still lack desire. Or passion. Or anything for school. I'm sorry I ask so often if you're okay. It's probably annoying. Don't hate me, please? Katy fell asleep in my bed today. Underneath a couple fuzzy blankets, holding a pillow pet. She looked so content. What do I look like when I sleep? I feel like it can't be quite so content. But I wouldn't know. I just remembered, yet again, today that I'm still going to New York. And that, although much of the music department will be attending, I'm going to feel all alone. I don't want to isolate myself that bad...but I don't even know who's going. But I know a lot of people not going. And that makes me sad. Who am I going to have pointless conversations with and fall asleep on during a bus ride? Who am I going to walk around a museum with? Little things that shouldn't stress me out, but do. Good God, I don't want to be all alone. I get scarred sometimes about the stupidest of things. And I won't mention them. Because no one asks. My mind is screaming at me. I'm slightly concerned. But not enough to do anything about it. |
