she sang : wake me up inside

I wrote the first paragraph of my APUSH essay, and I just couldn't continue any longer. I opened up a fresh window and typed away. In my 12 point font, unjustified for the first time, I wrote about him again. Gr. Why does it always come back to him? Half an hour later, 2 pages filled, and somehow, i still don't really feel clearheaded. I think I'm more confused now than ever. That's what I get for digging up repressed memories. Damn it.

On a lighter note...Holden Caulfield and Elvis...=) That and living in Athens.

i hate how every thought can have an "unless..."

Argh. there's me and then there's you

-g1