| Fact : Xanga is now used to store my homework online so I can print it at school. |
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| I wasn't sick all of winter.
This is an accomplishment for my immune system.
Good job immune system.
My roommate has been letting me use her bike as she doesn't touch it.
I've been riding it everyday since the first day of spring.
To work, to parties, to nowhere.
It's ridiculously liberating.
All I want to do is go on a one on one bike ride with each of my friends.
Because when you love something and someone you love is doing that specific thing with you then it makes for a great memory.
Gabe, dont forget, we're going hiking when you get here.
I've been waking up recently with anxiety. Or sadness.
It is what it is but I'm about ready to not have that holding me back anymore.
Goals: Save money. Paint. Have a successful acoustic night. Be a human being. Get my own bike. Visit my family. Visit my friends. Enjoy the weather.
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| It's so hard to keep up with things sometimes.
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It has been an interesting week. So many familiar faces in a new, unfamiliar location.
It is hard to describe such a situation, both happy.. and relentlessly real at the same time.
When in a new location it is easier to focus on the individual in some strange way.
Who has changed, what personality traits are different, more ways of saying the same thing differently with slight differences in meaning.
While being overwhelmingly happy, to a point of not really being able to process it yet, appreciate it in retrospect, it has also been a strangely revealing experiance. I love everyone. I love you. I love me. Them. Us. It. Right. Left. Up. Down. It is also easy to find imperfections. Not in a judging negative way; we all are human, but in a "I know and remember you, and this is who you are, who I am, and how I react to you... funny." type way. I both love it, and resent it at the same time.
They come in fleeting. They go. They will return, or I will return to them, but it is all a victim of time. I love these people, I miss them already, and I have met new faces to miss as well. It is so painfully, yet beautifully bittersweet. The expereances are ones of unrivaled smiles, while longing at the same time, for it will end soon. I don't want it to. Why should it? It isn't life, it is just how we are living it. There is no basis for life. It is too chaotic and free... yet it is still so, so I suppose it is life. Our life.
I will miss this one here and now. Pttttttttttttt.
Everyone is the same. Everyone is to be loved unconditionally. Everyone is perfect in the way I see perfection to be fit. God or not, that is perfection, myself looking through the eyes of love for these people.
Thank You for these times here and for the love, and the longing for my inevitable return that I currently feel. Tomorrow I return home to my dry life and I will miss it here with you, buddy.
This is Mitchell Ildo Henkin, drunk, here on Mika's Xanga, expressing all the love in the world.
See you soon!
Spirals.
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