i read through my old journal the other night and realized that basically i am the same. i have just been through more, and my hair is longer. plus i am learning outreach again, so that's cool.

my brain is mushy from waking up at 5:30, 5:45, 6:00 four to five days a week. sometimes i just find myself sleeping. that or laughing, or crying. days like these make me miss the way things used to be, lastfalllastspring.