4/22

I wish it would rain.

All of my best memories were made in the rain. My memory isn't what it used to be... a fine bit of rain might bring something back to me.

I remember when me and Mikhaela went to Hawthorne. It was raining that day. The lights from the cars were reflected on the street. The rain had turned the asphalt into a shimmering mirror.
I fell in love with her that night. It was magical. We went to a rose garden, but all the roses were gone. The branches were cut. I told her how I felt about her while we sat on a little bench. She held my hand. I miss her. Scheduling this term is crappy. I never see her at school anymore... I think we're doing something Saturday.

I haven't gone for a walk in the rain in a long time. At least not just to walk. I guess I've walked home from school in it.

I truly despise sunny rain. I do. They seem unnatural to me, these so-called "monkey-showers."

I hope it rains today, I really do.

I remember when I first found this song. When I heard it, it reminded me of driving through the woods at night in the rain. Go find it. The song is "Song for Broken Birdie" by We're From Japan!

I know the drummer of that band. His name is Martin... he lives in Germany now... I wonder when him and Lianne will be back.

I miss Mary. God, do I miss her. We would camp out (all of us, Mary, Tony, Becca, Colton & Elizabeth, Ravin) on the top of Ravin's apartment building and lie there. You couldn't see the stars because of the smog and the clouds, but it was still nice. It rained one night. We were all so high we didn't even care.
I miss them. But I don't want to talk about that yet.

I suppose it's goodbye for now.
An update on my sleeping schedule: half an hour in the last three days. I'm not doing so hot.