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If I were a writer (and I must confess, I am not), I should seek the brightest words to form my thesis, the oldest to make the story, and the components of constellations to end the tale. For dull words will bring fatality, as the dullest stars darken the sky.

Need to Know:
1- Movie nights in Byrant Park
2- time of Tasha's late show
3- Pat Bennatar @ Six Flags
4- Nbc concert series?
5- softball tomorrow - field 2- POTO

I am happy. and you have made me eternally so. The sparkle in your eyes and the grace of your smile endear you to my heart.

I shall never understand people who fall asleep on the subway: legs crossed, purse askance, and book open.

I do not possess the talent of purposely endearing myself to others. I'm far too busy practicing my talents for finding something in myself worth it.

The written word is a commitment. True, it may be crossed or whited out or erased--but for the moment it exists it's a commitment. There is beauty in that. And while the spoken word seems truer and more fascinating because you cannot erase it from the air, inevitably it vanishes from space and one can only be held to its commitment if you deep yourself important enough to allow your speech to be recorded.

Everyone has multiple sets of values--John VanDruten says we all have one for ourselves, one for everyone else, and one for the people we truly care about and love. in other words, we endear ourselves only to our own vision, and hope that those we love will never act like "everyone else."

I despise people who saunter far too close to me on the subway platform--as if they're either going to steal my notebook or leer at my face--neither of which would be very welcome.

There's a Chuck-e-Cheese's on 125th street. Is is wrong that I really wanna go?

My grandmother dislikes people. She often does not get past "looks like rain" before she deems to hate someone. Usually I'd say the same of myself, but my mother observes that, no, I care to like some people and can forsee speaking ot them in the future. It's a problematic situation i'm in because I would love to like people, but so much of the time I doubt that they like me--i can usually tell 3 sentences in--But I'm working on that. After all, no one is hated by everyone and, as it turns out, I'm liked by many more people than i ever thought possible. I think it's that my people skills are growing up.

I hate it when a large group (school, etc) gets off the subway at the same time because, often enough, the conductor doesn't realize that the car's been emptied but not filled and, more often than i like, i emerge from the train later on with bruises on my arms. This is not Disney world, kids. The doors are not motion sensitive, and there's no time to look around. Mickey Mouse is gonna leave without you if you don't move your ass.

Can we please talk to someone about getting wireless internet and cell phone service on the subway? thanks.