I really really like John. Really. *Smile* Weekend summary, a lot of drinking. Friday night, Kelly somehow convinced me to go to Charlie's, the local bar. Saw a bunch of people we knew, but overall lameness. Like Esposito noticed, way too many fake people. Productive though, I got Olivier's number, a guy from Paris who is in Ontario for a year. Lovely French accent and designer clothes. Probably give him a call tomorrow. Also ran into all of the guys that Linz and I used to obsess about, including Dwayne whom I haven't seen in four years. It was such a weird feeling. These guys used to be the hottest guys in town, everyone knew who they were. Popular and good looking, every girl drooled over them and every guy idolized them. But they stayed there, that was the highpoint of their lives. A lifetime peak at the tender age of nineteen. I feel so superior when I see them now, they're trying to pick me up and I know that I've had better than them and I will continue to have better than them.
I'll Just Keep On Dreaming
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We're afraid!"
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We'll fall!"
"Come to the edge."
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
-Guillaume Apollinaire

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