Until Thine Tears Become Mine Own

General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.

I took the night off after my super amazing physics exam and watched Love Actually. It wasn't as sastisfying as watching it with friends whom you Actually Love. hah. get it.

I broke out the brown leather notebook and did some poeming tonight. That thing is full of such random stuff from my passionate introduction to expression in level one writing class to grade twelve pre- Writing Club scribblings. I remember when I first got the book and I used to make myself write one poem every night just so I wouldn't give it up. It's funny how something that once meant so much to you can just kind of die.

Similarly, today has definitely been one of thinking. These are intense, intense days. The vicious feeling I get when I know things are going on with people I love never ceases to remind me of itself, but sometimes I wish I could handle things better. I'm sorry, guys. I'm really working on it.