cocktail

i was sitting on the floor of my apartment, looking out through the blinds the other day. compared to high school, it's not as easy to part with this place.

"let's stay in touch." let's not. people hardly ever try. they either end up dying on you or become too involved with their own life to care about established bonds. there's the separation by location. there's the excuse with not having enough time to call/im/email/write a letter. there's the hanging out with new friends at the place you're going to study/work. seriously, are you ever going find the time? is there a point in trying when the circumstances don't allow for that to continue?

they're matching again this year. madame kai and her lovett crew. their color is white this year. i was going to wear white. maybe i'll wear nothing. going to miss mousse's documentary since i'll be at the banquet.

lucky hair- the strand of hair that's growing out of some random spot on your neck/head. my dad likes growing his out. i have the urge to pull it out for him. i thought this one strand was part of my side hair, but it turned out to be a separate strand growing out from around my jaw. there's another one too that was growing out from under the jaw around the neck.