weak?
strong?
right?
wrong?

Julia at 6:03 PM

Well it's one thing to fall in love
But another to make it last
I thought that we were just beginning
And now you say we're in the past
Look me in the eye
and tell me we are really through

You know it's one thing to say you love me
but another to mean it from the heart
And if you don't intend to see it through
why did we ever start?
I wanna hear you tell me
you don't want my love

Put your hand on your heart and tell me
it's all over
I won't believe it till you
put your hand on your heart and tell me
that we're through
Put your hand on your heart

They like to talk about for ever
Most people never get the chance
Do you wanna lose our love together
Do you find a new romance
I wanna hear you tell me
you don't want my love

Put your hand on your heart and tell me
it's all over
I won't believe it till you
put your hand on your heart and tell me
that we're through
Put your hand on your heart
hand on your heart

Look me in the eye
and tell me we are really through


i can't take this

Julia at 11:54 PM

And so begins begins our odyssey

And we begin begin our odyssey

And so begins begins our odyssey

The auria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leaving

I’ve been an evil tenor

I filled the innocents doe eyes with glue

You’re my only softness you’re my only pleasure it’s true

And I never want to be your little friend the abject failure

And so begins begins our odyssey

And we begin begin our odyssey

And so begins begins our odyssey

The chrysalis is breaking and the super ego’s waking

I’ve been a gloomy Petrarch with a quill as weepy as Dido

You’re my mousy aesthete you’re my bouyant cherub it’s true

And I never want to be your little friend the abject failure

he sings this to me all the time and every single time it makes me smile so hard my cheeks hurt. i'm so in love and so content.

Julia at 8:44 PM

myspace is nothing but a load of crap.
so much trite nostalgia has hit me this evening, at the worst possible time.

a picture of laurie and zach hanging out in belleville struck me unbelievably, and unpredictably, hard.
i'm happy without them as long as i convince myself they don't miss me.
i know they don't miss me.
but i know they still talk about me.

just the thought that i could have been the person behind the camera instead of an oustretched arm.

seeing that sort of thing makes me wonder why we don't talk anymore, or is it that i don't talk to them anymore? am i the one entirely to blame for our lack of comradery? are his verbose harsh words really not so ill-meant? do i really not "understand" laurie?

when we're apart like this and we don't have confrontational conversations it's hard to remember why we have such a hard time trying to get along.

sometimes i wonder if my memory isn't as crystal clear as i'm convinced it is, and is more selective.


since i've sheared off my wig i feel so completely and utterly lost.

Julia at 12:57 AM

tumultuous, but

very happy.

i had forgotten what feeling loved felt like.

it's wonderful to be reminded.







also, short hair gets greasy so much faster.

Julia at 11:21 PM