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3/10/01

     I change a lot; for now I am an abstract. Life here just seems so impermanent, nothing really ties me down, so I am less a person and more a personality, floating from one place to another. Not even all of my classes and extracurriculars and lessons give me a sense of being here, in this town, for good. I keep forgetting that I can't go see my best friends, that I won't be together with them any time soon, and that Maryland really is where I'm gonna be for at least the next two and a half years.
     Despite my not feeling attachment to much at this point, I'm still interested in a bunch of stuff. Sounds a bit hypocritical... anyway, yes, I've got interests. I love singing, and playing guitar - I'm finally writing music, even. I also love to write, though that does not come too naturally to me. And I love learning, and feeling, and B week big-happy-lunches, and my bedroom, and various little things like that. I also like to think that I've got all sorts of plans for the future, even though I really know most of them aren't ever going to be realized. It's nice to say "I'm gonna do that."
     I am without a best friend, and it hurts. All of these boy problems and school problems and little revelations that bubble to the surface in my head, and I've got nobody to tell them to. This year's been an experience - 'best friends' have a pretty short halflife. Erik and Lisa have both been scratched off that list. I'm beginning to think that people here have some sort of adaptation that I haven't got - they all get along without having that best friend to tell everything to. I want my old friends back, who loved me no matter what, and the guys who might not have loved me but at least were there. Woe is me...