There is a game of ultimate frisbee running on the pitch outside my window. Everybody is very excited about it. This is a side of Reed that I've never seen. I have to admit, it's pretty adorable.
List of things to do today:
-Morphology problem set
-Catch up on Macbeth
-Portland food carts with dormies
-Skype with Matt
-More paper stars
I really like how it deteriorated into a 'list of things I do when I'm goofing off' at the end.
I wonder if reading your old writing is even a good idea. I went through my old journal yesterday, and ended up leaving with some uncomfortable thoughts and feelings. There were so many flashing lights in those adolescent words, and I hope that I can be more honest with myself and others now. For two years, I was tortured and didn't seem to really know it, and yet now at just a glance I can see that I was in trouble. I don't want that to happen again. I want to take those bad feelings and slowly breathe them out of me like smoke. I don't need them anymore. Maybe when I was a teenager, I needed something like that inside of me to keep me working for better things. Maybe I didn't know how to let them go, even though I can tell I was trying.
Anyway, the point is, I'm trying not to be so full of myself now. Honesty is the best policy, right?
Okay. I think it's hash-browns and over-easy eggs o'clock.