http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20781123/

really, i have.  get in touch with your inner stereotype here.

It’s all better now.

Thank god.

Go check out the secrets.  postsecret.blogspot.com

Blogger.  Come on.

PostSecret is NOT spam.  Bring the blog back.  I’m sorry, “nicole,” but this is over.

http://postsecret.blogspot.com

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Okay, so all I’ve been blogging about for the past while is my girlfriend.  Sorry, I mean, it’s typical angsty blog fodder, and I know how annoying that can get.

Won’t happen again.

I lied.  It will happen again.  Hopefully, though, other stuff’ll happen too.

I wasn’t able to focus today. I spent my day thinking about her, thinking about how much I miss her… What can you do? Just plow forward, I guess.  Keep working, keep playing, study-study-study, practice-practice-practice.  I’m still happy, I still have friends that I can trust, I still have friends that I love. I have friends that are both. It’s just, at the same time, I’ve never been so full of longing. I… I don’t know. Come to New York. When you came… I haven’t been so happy in ages. Seeing you was bliss.

I’ve never been both so happy and so powerfully longing, missing.

Stay strong for me, and I’ll stay strong for you. Deal?

Enough said.  Reality check time.

Eating through Eleanor Rigby and leaving nothing behind is amusing and possibly even productive, but I mean we left NOTHING BEHIND.  It was crazy.

I’m done randoming now.  Good night.

Rachel, I love you.

“Altos love basses, basses love altos, sopranos love solos, and tenors love themselves.”

I love the Internet. And my fellow altos, basscrazy or not.

School starts tomorrow. By gum. Surprisingly, I’m not dreading it. I’m actually quite excited to see everyone again.

Rachel is coming up to New York on Sunday. This elates me to a level only attainable to those who are hopelessly deep in crazy, spastic, creative, amazing, teenage love. Rachel, I can’t wait to see you. I’m counting the minutes. Keep in touch.