the sound of her voice

I sat in the theater on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

The scene where Arwen and Aragorn speak for the last time before the Fellowship departs from Rivendell gets to me. Especially when he offers her the jewel back, and she says, "Keep it. It was a gift." I haven't quite figured out how much pain that was, and how much anger, and how much of it jsut has to come from being a creature so old and utterly different. But I like that moment more and more.

six years

This is the first year I haven't felt the overwhelming urge to note this day. Can't decide if that comes from getting older, growing up, or that I'm getting over it. I don't know.

Standing on the shelf of paving stones laid behind the apartment. When the sky is flat grey like this I always feel like I'm going to fall upwards, off the earth. It's not like this when the sky is blue, because there is always some gradation to the color. This is flat, otherworldly. It reminds me too much of the original day.

Everything changed, and I didn't imagine it would come to this. Oddly enough, I feel so much more together now.

School starts again at the University today, and I wish I was there. Because it means so much, it was the only thing I ever wanted as a child. To grow up and go to college. Now I have to learn to want other things, in addition to that.

It's so quiet.

pointless entry #42

The Christmas Marshmallow Peeps shaped like cutout cookies are the best ever, in my opinion. I discovered a package of them in my backpack just now, and the marshmallow cookie flavored goodness is overwhelming.

Anthony is terrorizing my roommates. He jumped out from behind a car and scared Melynda to death, and he threw a tennis ball at the glass doors to the porch which made Gene leap about three feet into the air. I must admit, I'm laughing, and slightly terrified that I'm next.