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Friday, May 7 The Smilely Girl So there's this girl, (no a DIFFERENT ONE!), and everytime I see her, she's smiling. Smiles all day long. How does she do it?? How does she manage to stay content, or at least feign contentment all the time? It's amazing. She's kinda cute. It's her smiles that got me. I wish I could do that-- smile forever. I guess sometimes we just become so jaded. We're not a very happy society. Even so, I'm smiling now. It's a contagious thing. J. Savage posted @ 5/07/2004 01:00:00 PM | Monday, May 3 Psychoanalysis I dreamt about her last night. It was strange. Even though she no longer resides in the conscious, she seems to be rooted in the unconscious. Hmm, interesting. But is it? Perhaps it doesn't seem so surprising that she should surface in my dreams if my thoughts of her were suppressed. Hmmm... Interesting indeed... J. Savage posted @ 5/03/2004 01:56:00 PM | Tuesday, April 13 The Loner I overheard them talking about their plans for prom. They would take a limo there with all their friends and have a grand ol' time like any high school senior should. I guess that this really got me thinking about my own social life. I really wished I could belong to a group of people. You know, like really belong. I haven't felt that in a long time, and although I have friends and close friends, they really aren't that close and I really don't have any one group that I can hang out with and call my own. I wished that I was there, a part of their social circles, going to their parties, and just having fun. But no. My life was different. I am a loner. I don't have those kinds of connections. I'm not a very social person. But I really wished things could have turned out differently sometimes. They say that high school is either one of the best or one of the worst times of your life. Well, it wasn't so great for me.. all on my oddy knocky. J. Savage posted @ 4/13/2004 03:21:00 PM | Wednesday, April 7 Crushed. I don't know how I feel about her anymore. Still haven't talked to her, even though we both share a class. Yeah, I'm shy like that. She was at my locker today, or the one next to it. Nope, no eye contact, no exchange of words. That's how it is. I think it's about time for a complete reworking of my personality. This kind of fear needs to be squashed. J. Savage posted @ 4/07/2004 08:05:00 PM |

"Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us." C.G. Jung links archives 2004.04 2004.05