The first half of today was made miserable by a peice of popcorn lodged in the back of one of my teeth that I couldnt get out with my fingers. When I got home, though, I easily removed it with a toothbrush, and the day immediately took a turn for the better.

I somehow ended up going to a jazz festival on birch street this afternoon, even though I dont like jazz. Of course, just the prospect of getting to talk to friends was good enough for me. As it turns out, what I thought would be just a casual hangout thing where I just stood around and made a couple of jokes turned into something alot better. I actually got to talk about alot of stuff that I've kept locked up inside of me for a long time, and it felt really good.

I'm also really relieved, because this is the first chance I've had to talk with Calvin alone for a helluva long time. It makes me happy that we can still just carry on forever and ever until somebody stops us.

Speaking of memories, I've finally found proof that I am a completely different person now than I was two years ago, thus proving that my nickname james is fitting. The proof I have comes from listening to some old Hoobastank songs, which made me relive some of my old sophomore days (the days when I listened to these songs), and I realized that everything about me back then was really distorted from how I am now. It's like when you crack glass and try to look at something through it: you can peice an image together, but there's one part of the glass where you can see a particular side of the image, and a big divet and then another part of glass where you see the object with a somewhat different perspective.

Errr. If you really care and didnt get that, try reading it again. I know it's unclear, but I think it's understandable.

Anyhow, I forgot to take my camera along with me to Birch to snap something for this beautiful journal, so no pics today. Sorry!
..lj..