4/21/00

"Would you trade your words for freedom?  That's a barter for a blind man..."

Will miracles never cease--I actually got a 90% on the damn test last night.  Woo-hoo!  There may be hope for me, yet.

The quote at the top of this entry is from a song.  (You'll have to guess which one and by who.  Oooh, mystery and intrigue!  How exciting!)  When I was a sophomore in high school, my best friend was a senior, so we had like, no classes together.  And we wrote each other letters.  Okay, yes, I was miserable in love with her, and she had no idea, how sordid.  (Until I became sure that she had figured me out and I panicked and hooked up with her recently-made-ex-boyfriend, for which she has never forgiven me, not even now, 12 years after the fact.  He and I were hitched for 2 years, "engaged," even, how twisted is that?  He's the boyfriend I broke up with mere hours before The Asshole raped me the first time.  It wasn't even anything about him, I just didn't want to marry ANY MAN, I was only 17 and a dyke to boot.  But I was totally gone for her...they're married now and live about 35 minutes from me.  Small fucking world, ain't it?)  ANYWAY, we used to write each other letters.  And at the end of all of mine, I would always write some "quote of the day"--from a song, a poem, a book, t.v., whatever, as long as it fit the mood.  It almost always did.  Whether or not she loved me, she at least loved my letters.  And I loved writing them.  Words have power (albeit sometimes not as much as we would like).  So don't be shocked if you start seeing quotes here and there.  I think if people are kind enough to say something brilliant, you should be kind enough to repeat it.

I have next to nothing to do (work-wise) today.  God help me.  Why must I spend all this time here twiddling my thumbs?  I should do something productive, like the homework I've been avoiding.