Dear you, I'm sorry, I'm awful at keeping in touch during the school year. I am going home on Saturday for a little little while, maybe I'll have time then. Maybe you'll have time then. -Me Dear you, You disgust me. Getting some distance from you has been lovely. "Oooh, my feelings for you will...

Dear you,

Thank you for paying attention to me. You make me feel not invisible and I love you for that. I mean, I love you for that.

-Me

irrational irritation: skirts/shorts shorter than the jacket being worn over them

We just finished chapter 18.

My teacher has decided that we're going to get through all of Wheelock's before February.

Which is about eight gabillion SAs a night.

Good God.

Today in Latin class my teacher says, "if you go running repeatedly into a brick wall, well, that's sort of stupid."

He was not using it as a metaphor.

Dear You, I think you are wonderful. You are compassionate and patient and you get me. You are so intelligent and respected and liked by everyone that matters. You are so very much yourself. You make me happy every time I talk to you. She tells you that you're stupid and worthless a lot and she talk...

it took me about ten minutes to understand what was going on in this one

Dear Bob, Darren and John got kicked out of school and it is all my fault. Darren asked me if I wanted to hang out Friday afternoon and I didn't want to deal with him because he'd been going down the toilet so I said no. So Darren decided that he was going to call John and they were going to Sears. ...

I am reading Salinger's Franny and Zooey[/u]

Dear you, I don't even know what to say to you. You disgust me. I don't think you were listening to Steve at breakfast this morning but if you were, he's good at speaking for me because I can't. And then you told him that I told you I hate you. You make me worry and you make me cry and I didn't slee...

Dear you, I wrote you a poem today. It is concrete evidence that I am out of my mind. It goes like this: math to me is Lewis Carroll s*** some of you might see, some of you might nazi. eye squared they don't tell you that they're not proving any of the things, they're just telling you. too plus thre...

Dear you,

Today, this is what you told me:

"This is not the time or the place and you weren't alive for the greatest story ever told."

Here is the truth.

This is the time and the place. This is the greatest story ever told.

Don't you understand?

-Me

I'm thankful that I'm understanding Latin.

Me too. Latin class really is a gift.

I would die... it hurts the books and it doesn't even keep them in a straight line.

Dear you,

Being that this is supposed to be a "college preparatory academy for maturing boys and girls," I would like to inform you of the fact that, well, none of us are getting prepared for college.

love,
me

Dear Bob,

There is this memory that I am coming back to over and over this year: when I was in fifth grade my pediatrician told me that I was going to be a heartbreaker.

Well.

This is the time and the place, but not for us.

I don't like this.

Love,
Abbie

I am thankful that I am able to attend a good school.

Amelie
Girl on the Bridge
Dr. Strangelove
Alice in Wonderland
Requiem for a Dream
Benny and Joon
Apocalypse Now
Eraserhead
Edward Scissorhands

Dear you, Thank you so much for being who you are. Your humor is refreshing, your compassion is outstanding. Your wisdom is shocking for someone your age. You're a little prone to making stupid choices, but today is the perfect day for me to forgive you. Your speech today made me (almost) cry, it ma...

I think December 6, 2002... I'm not sure

Today I am thankful for the sky and the clouds outside my window.

Dear you, I'm so ugly and worthless that you feel the need to engage in sketchy lights-out activities with your "psychotic" ex-girlfriend? Despite the fact that most everyone that knows us figures there's a mutual attraction going on? Fine, dear. I'll be spending the rest of the night with...

Dear Bob, Darren is having trouble. Big trouble like I used to have. I told him that and he essentially said that it wasn't the same. He didn't know me during the time that I was talking about, but of course that doesn't matter. This is the boy who honestly considers himself to be superior to every ...

I don't like geckos but I want that one. So cool.

I drank an entire cup of rite-of-passage funny smelling tea that you can't buy in America and I liked it.

I am Abbie. My new name is what it is because of my most favoritest lovely amazing great Hegemon, Mr. John.

I wander in and out sometimes.

Dear Bob, I very very missed you. I'm glad you're back. That said, I have some rambling to do. Guess how my parents' divorce is going? It's been five months and we still don't know if it's going to be tried in Here or There. My sisters are still stuck with my most loving mother and they'll stay ther...

Here's my contribution to the cause. And since I suppose we're going for recent, this was taken last week.

You are the most beautiful girl in the entire world.

Love,
Abbie