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TASP 2003 at UT Austin:
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reasonably remarkable
Sunday, August 10, 2003
i was trying not to post here so that the people who i've already talked to online 4 times today (adam, olga) and called twice (tara) wouldn't think i was a total loser, but there's just no hiding it. y'all (god, i can't stop saying it) are the best thing going on in my life, and i miss you a lot a lot a lot.
as for the songs, i guess "if you want to sing out" has its own sentimental connections for me, but i won't be able to hear "crazy in love" without thinking of tasp. oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-no-no. i woke up this morning and i was like, "fuck, aimee, you forgot to set the alarm again." then i cried. well, not really, but i thought about it.
i'm about to leave, 8 more hours. where i'm going is not like tasp except that it's cut off from the outside world, no communication in or out. i love camp but i want to cry not being able to talk to any of you for a whole 7 days. i am such a dork, such such a loser, and so in love with all of you, and i miss tasp like a motherfucker. anyway. i have to go to bed now. keep updating the blog, and if for some strange reason you are checking this site but not your email, here's my address at camp:
kelsey innis
camp okizu
po box 1310
berry creek, ca 95916
write me, please. i'll be back the 17th to harass all you crazy geniuses. much love and peace out.
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