This journal experiment is four years strong. Actually, it turned four a few days ago but I couldn’t stop celebrating long enough to post an entry. Four years isn’t a big deal but this is the first year I remembered the start date. That was back when it was part of Estilo and I wrote a daily summary of each day for the last part of my senior year. Current posts seem boring in comparison. The funny part is that I’m doing a lot more now than I ever was in high school.

    Thursday I celebrated by sitting in my room wondering why no one was calling me to go out. I guess I forgot to tell my friends this was an important event. I fell asleep at 10 PM with my phone nearby.

    Friday I wrote a letter to a church that’s been sending me a check every semester to help pay for books. After that I went to lunch and bumped into R. I hadn’t talked to anyone in my crew for two weeks so we had a lot of catching up to do. Around 7 PM the whole crew went to see Pablo Francisco. We afterparied and I drank too much. I staggered home alone and was afraid to fall asleep. I passed out on my futon.

    Saturday I woke up feeling worse than usual. Yi called and we went out to lunch. I was the fifth wheel. I couldn’t take it so I went home and prepared for a ResLife program. Less than twenty people attended. Defated, I retreated to my room. AIM provided someone to hang out with me. It wasn’t just anyone; it was the girl from first year with whom I was obsessed. I think I still had feelings for her but every time we talk that small feeling gets even smaller. I biked home and started typing this post.