i can't even think of what to write about. my brain is too full up with pointless thoughts that need to be thought, and with love that is too sweet to be written down, to be posted on the internet. so what is left, if there is no talking about the possible interviews, the deadlines, the choices, and no over sharing, not today, anyway.

what is left is the bike ride, the glory of the trees, my mother's constant annoyance at me, the song they played today at school, over the constant music system that sounded really good, the boredom or excitement of this year.

gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw