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December 3, 2010
Friday - it was good. You text me when I was in the car, and we talked about journeys. Kinda ironic, but I made an effort not to translate it as a universal message. The story we read together had made me weary, afraid of seeing myself reflected in someone else's writings. Poor Julia. I guess I was sorta nervous about tomorrow. On the 9th I will be extremely embarassed by a video of me that my English class watched.
I'm sure the frost was beautiful. Cold and crisp, but faded in the fog of my short memory. Another day lost.