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"oo OOOO oo oooh."

Coldplay at 12:25 when everyone else is asleep and my eyes don't hurt yet and it's raining outside.

At the end of a week that has been warmer than others.

A week in which we had no spring break, for whatever reason the school district felt like using last year when they changed the schedule.

A week in which I made mistakes in love, and learned from them.

A week in which I kept for myself what I feel I should give, in the perchance that it's the right thing to do.

A week in which I had no scheduled freedom.

A week in which my love is dancing under stars seen at new angles, with faerie princes of the past and I feel no jealousy at their laughter.

A week in which I neglected to do my duty and didn't feel bad about it.

A week in which the most amazing trailers for new movies came out, and made me very excited to be working at a movie theater in the summer.

A week in which I was hired back at the Gemini Drive-In.

A week before a week in which Frasier will feel as I do.

A week in which I played almost no Magic: the Gathering, but was ok with that.

A week in which Lauren returned home, had a blast, Lived (capital L), and I was unable to talk to her, which makes me feel guilty.

A week in which I drove for 45 minutes unable to see anything but a beatiful, cold, soft, white light.

A week in which I did more homework than I have done in the past three, combined.

A week in which I touched my roots, and started growing my leaves early even though the frost might kill the buds.

A week in which I saw my future, and was scared, and saw more futures, and was still scared.

This has been a Good week. Not enjoyable, but Good. Like bran-cereal. God, that shit's disgusting, but it makes you regular like nobody's business...

(mandatory political commentary)

And that's a "good thing".

(/mandatory political commentary)

I miss people. My heaven will be the second month of summer, when routine is set, and people are either leaving on trips or returning from far lands or senile relatives, and new things still happen without the looming of school or the giddy desecration of Time that comes with graduation from a grade.

Summer, but with appreciation. My two favorite A words: abandon and appreciation. More, even, than assinine. Even though that's a really great word.

"And nothing else compares
and nothing else compares
and noooothing else compa a AAaaaares..."

This, my friends, has been 14 minutes of my life condensing seven days of events and a lifetime of experience.

It's not nearly enough.

Breath deeply.

15, now.