A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

From drinking too much last night! Yesterday afternoon I joined R and some friends from med school at an Oysterfest near Pearl Street. We started out by visiting an apartment located on Wall Street (didn't know you could actually live there, but oh, well) occupied by some fourth year med students. Afterwards, R, two friends of his, and I broke off to go uptown to this bar frequented by fans of Penn State football. R went to Northwestern, by the way, but the two schools were playing eachother... Sign in to see full entry.

is my roommate's IM away message. Apparently Haley Joel Osment has nothing on him. Anyways, that's just my random thought of the moment. Sign in to see full entry.

I only have a few friends who I'd consider to be really close. My roommate considers everyone to be a friend; I, on the other hand, have close friends, friends, and acquaintances. I guess it goes ahnd-in-hand with the fact that I'm such a private person. There are so few people who I actually allow to get close to me. But I wanted to dedicate this post to those few friends who mean something to me--who have been there for me in tough times. Here they are: First, there's J, a friend from high... Sign in to see full entry.

tonight! They live in New Jersey and are just coming in briefly to see me for my belated birthday. I haven't seen them since May, and I'm really excited to see them again. We'll probably go out to dinner, then go to the birthday party of a friend of my roommate's. Anyways, those are my Friday night plans. How about you? Sign in to see full entry.

I began keeping a journal almost as soon as I learned how to write. I've always been an intensely personal person, and writing about things made me feel better rather than actually talking about those things with other people. I'm not sure why I chose never to speak on some subjects, but I had a lot holed up inside that needed to come out. My journals were that outlet. After a while, the writing petered off and I stored the old journals in a box in the back of my closet in the house I grew up... Sign in to see full entry.