no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

9.05.2002

I LOVE SPRING.
I have never really been in spring before. It is the most amazing thing. I went running for ten minutes tonight in the trails by my school. There were daffodils, magnolias, ferns streams, grass and everything was a wonderful shade of green. It was unbelievable. I cannot actually believe that I am living the life that I am living. I wonder if Tempe is this beautiful and I just don’t recognize it. Spring is amazing.
So the story of my weekend. Well, I guess since I just said I would be more open with everyone I will have to tell a lot of different details that are usually just skimmed over. This is a diary. Eventhough it is a diary that people read it is a diary none the less. Less events and more emotions?? I will try. My apologies to anyone who was under the impression that I am mature, don’t get my self into stupid situations, make good choices, can function well in social situations or don’t drink given the opportunity. Writing is usually easier than telling and my mom doesn’t know about this (more of my evasive personality) so here goes. Most of it is tame. I will see how far I get. Friday. Went to see Bend it like Beckham (an English movie I don’t know if it is out there or if it has another name) The best movie I have seen in a long time. It made me miss my team.

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