today was pretty good.
i went to sleep at 1 am, woke up at 9 am
had art history at 11
and thats where it gets interesting.
we discussed and looked at slides of greek pottery
and it was borderline porn. actually it WAS porn. we all had a good laugh at the greek man balancing a kylix on his boner.

at 12:30 i had english, where Mark Jarman, a Canadian author, came to read to us. he had some pretty funny stories. he talked about his journals a lot, and how when he vacationed to Italy this summer he filled 4 journals. he talked about how he couldn't see his life without writing. that it was a necessary relief for him. and then he talked about how he'll write in his journal by hand, and think it's really good. but once he prints it from the computer he thinks it's absolute shit.

and i totally know what he means by that. i feel the same way! when i read some of the stuff i've written in these 1000+ entries on my blog, sometimes i feel like meaning is lost because the type is so mechanical. when i read my hand written journals i feel like they're so much more grounded.. like they're speaking to me. i notice my printing/handwriting style, how my lines are a little off, how i drastically curl my L's and how i add an extra little decorative loop in my capital W's. and the thickness of the paper and the harsh ink pen i use just add that certain character that is only achieved in hand written documents. i could also totally understand what he meant by not seeing his life without writing. i mean, i'm not one of those people who are ridiculously passionate about literature. i don't aspire to be a writer or poet, and sometimes i'm not really into books either. but after 5 years of writing in a journal and documenting things and collecting myself in pages, i don't think i will ever be able to get rid of this habit. i don't want to either. if anything, it enhances my life. i am able to grow and learn and remember everything i've done.
just the other day, Calvin said to me "OMG! we met on February 12! i was reading your blog and we met on February 12! omg i love you!"
it brings a whole new meaning to living when something like that happens.
if i don't write for a long time, i feel like everything significant that has been happening is just piling on my shoulders until i empty it onto paper. i need to write things down. i need to record my thoughts and feelings because i don't ever want to forget them.
i don't regret anything i've ever written. i mean, i do look back sometimes and am completely repulsed by the subject matter and how lame it is, but if i didn't write that awfulness, i would never realize what i've grown from.
i don't regret writing about infatuations, i don't regret writing my entire journal in Italy as if it were a long letter to Conor because that's how i felt at the time, and it was the best feeling ever and i like to recognize that i did feel that way once.

anyways, after English i LRT'd with Ali and Hannah and i picked up Mike and we went to eat at Tony Roma's. it was nice, just a chill afternoon with a friend. i was starving. i drove him home and came home and watched the rest of Chocolat, tried to nap but was interrupted by Breanne's telephone call.
nothing special happened after that.

i'm looking forward to tomorrow, however