Summer: I just... I just woke up one day and I knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.
Watched 500 Days of Summer last night again. It's such a lovely film that beautifully escapes cliche. I wish it were a book.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
I suddenly remembered the time you had cheerios. You helped me carry something to Field and I gave you a high five. That was last year. I forgot to thank you.
Sun, Jan 23, 2011 at 6:26 PM, Me
I only walked you to the dorms carrying your books because you made it seem like I had to, I was in a good mood, and I had nothing to do. But if you were to ask me to help you with your books right now, I'd do it because I want to.
Sun, Jan 23, 2011 at 6:56 PM, David
That's so sweet of you David. I should ask you to carry my books sometimes. And I should continue to offer you cookies.
Sun, Jan 23, 2011 at 9:35 PM, Me
Sweet. If girls think it's sweet when people say things like that, I should say more stuff like that to girls.
Some day I'll take your cookie.
Some day I'll take your cookie.
Sun, Jan 23, 2011 at 9:57 PM, David
Say, "I'd do it because I want to" to girls and they will believe you sweet. But David, I said that because it's true. You're sweet in a childish way like Paul. I love Paul. I want to marry him if I could. I want him to walk out of the page, forget his wife, and we can have a lovely life overlooking the lake sipping tea and talking. Except I would have to make Paul talk because he doesn't talk very much.
Sun, Jan 23, 2011 at 10:52 PM, Me
Great! I'll put that down in my list of things to say to a girl. Thank you.
You should find a dude like Paul and marry him. Or just marry Jack so things are a lot easier. Less searching.
You should find a dude like Paul and marry him. Or just marry Jack so things are a lot easier. Less searching.
Sun, Jan 23, 2011 at 11:16 PM, David
All this in one day.
Sat, Jan 22, 2011 at 11:40 PM, David
The girl who almost gave me a heart attack probably thinks I'm a stalker.
There was that one time at lunch she was sitting at a very far table. She was facing away from me. I was looking at the back of her head.
Eventually, her friend who was sitting across from her told her to turn around, and she saw me.
I quickly looked away, but I'm sure it didn't work.
There was that one time at lunch she was sitting at a very far table. She was facing away from me. I was looking at the back of her head.
Eventually, her friend who was sitting across from her told her to turn around, and she saw me.
I quickly looked away, but I'm sure it didn't work.
Sat, Jan 22, 2011 at 11:40 PM, David
Sun, Jan 16, 2011 at 2:16 PM, Me
“The geography of the brain ought to be taught in school, like the countries of the world. The deeply folded cortex forms the outer layer. There are the twin hemispheres, right brain and left brain. (We may be of two minds.) There are the four lobes: frontal in front, occipital (visual cortex) in back, parietal (motor cortex) on top, and temporal behind the ears. There’s the limbic system (seat of emotion and memory) at the center. There’s the brain stem, whose structures keep us awake (required for consciousness) or put us to sleep (required for regeneration of neurotransmitters).” --Priscilla Long, “My Brain on My Mind,” The American Scholar
Thu, Jan 13, 2011 at 10:41 PM, Email from David
No I don't think I wrote about her in my journal. I didn't want to because I don't trust the world with thoughts that I put down on paper. I kept it all in my head. It's safer there.
And no you cannot ask her name.
And no you cannot ask her name.
Thu, Jan 13, 2011 at 10:41 PM, David
The fear of having your thoughts read by someone else is the risk you have to take when you write them down. The reason I write in my journal is because thoughts contained inside my head are not safe there; I might forget. To me, it is this fear of forgetting that compels me to write.
Can I ask her initials?
Fri, Jan 14, 2011 at 9:00 PM, Me
No you cannot ask her initials. ...
Maybe I'll tell you some time later.
Maybe I'll tell you some time later.
Fri, Jan 14, 2011 at 10:13 PM, David
Thu, Jan 13, 2011 at 6:49 PM, Email from David
Summer was alright. I don't know what it is about her that is just not that attractive to me.
Maybe it's because she's an actress. There was this girl at Northwestern's music camp thing last summer with dark hair and blue eyes. It was really really amazing. Whenever I see her, I could feel adrenaline rush through my body and my heart would start pounding. It was ridiculous.
She plays the piano.
On the first day, my mother asked her where the library was, and later than day when my mother left, she asked me if I found the library. I told her "that was my mom" but it didn't really make much sense. She acted like it made sense. We had this short 4 sentence conversation outside the girl dorm door. She kept pulling on the door while she was talking to me but it didn't open because you're supposed to scan your key thing on the sensor to unlock it. I took out my key thing and scanned it on the sensor to unlock it for her. She laughed and called herself an idiot jokingly.
I stalked her a lot. Whenever I'm in my friend Andrew's room, I would look out the window.
There was this one day she was walking outside his window. She was wearing a white dress. It was awesome.
She sat in the seat across from me once during lunch. I ended up finishing my food very quickly and leaving because it was just too much for me to handle.
If I stayed I'd probably get a heart attack.
Maybe it's because she's an actress. There was this girl at Northwestern's music camp thing last summer with dark hair and blue eyes. It was really really amazing. Whenever I see her, I could feel adrenaline rush through my body and my heart would start pounding. It was ridiculous.
She plays the piano.
On the first day, my mother asked her where the library was, and later than day when my mother left, she asked me if I found the library. I told her "that was my mom" but it didn't really make much sense. She acted like it made sense. We had this short 4 sentence conversation outside the girl dorm door. She kept pulling on the door while she was talking to me but it didn't open because you're supposed to scan your key thing on the sensor to unlock it. I took out my key thing and scanned it on the sensor to unlock it for her. She laughed and called herself an idiot jokingly.
I stalked her a lot. Whenever I'm in my friend Andrew's room, I would look out the window.
There was this one day she was walking outside his window. She was wearing a white dress. It was awesome.
She sat in the seat across from me once during lunch. I ended up finishing my food very quickly and leaving because it was just too much for me to handle.
If I stayed I'd probably get a heart attack.
Thu, Jan 13, 2011 at 6:49 PM, Email from David
I'm going to publish you. Please grant me the permission to publish what you wrote about the girl who almost gave you a heart attack.
Thu, Jan 13, 2011 at 7:44 PM, My reply to David
Wed, Jan 12, 2011 at 10:27 PM, Email from David
If you practice something and it sounds good, it means you're not doing it right.
Practice is supposed to sound terrible, and once you sound terrible long enough, you start sounding good, and then your piece becomes ready.
Practice is supposed to sound terrible, and once you sound terrible long enough, you start sounding good, and then your piece becomes ready.
Wed, Jan 12, 2011 at 10:27 PM, Email from David
I love the part when you talked about practice. I should quote you in my journal. I wrote about you in my journal. I wrote about Paul. I wrote to Paul even though I knew he doesn't exist but David he's there inside my head and hence he's real. You're the impression of Paul. And you're really real. Mr. Lewis liked my short story about Paul. He liked the part about his eidetic, detailed memory. After my reading last summer the audience asked me if you (David) were in the room, would he know that Paul is like you in a way? I said I don't think so. But I think I lied. Emily was there. At some point when I was answering questions, I looked right into her eyes and said, "so it's different, but the same." And we smiled at each other across the threshold and it was a very good feeling. I should have invited Jack because then he could have said it himself and he could have got the joke.
Wed, Jan 12, 2011 at 11:21 PM, My reply to David