Inchoate: in early stage; imperfectly formed

2007-11-22T04:12:46Z

So I looked at her today. In between thrashing an incompetent laptop and cursing the creators of the bloody SATs, I glanced at her direction. I was careful doing so, of course. I saw her speaking with a friend of mine, so she didn’t notice me. She’s changed. Her face is thinner. Actually, she’s generally thinner. She’s quieter, too, with the minor exceptions of a few laughs here and there on her good days. Her facial features look more abstract now, her eyes a little more hollow and dark brown, her nose a little more dainty. She might look so differently because I’ve been too hesitant to look at her up until now. It’s been a few weeks, maybe a few months (can it really be that we haven’t spoken in a few weeks?) since I’ve mustered the courage to admit to myself that I’m thinking about her.

I miss her. I miss her a lot. Somewhere along those lines, I would like to believe that she misses me too.

This is a starttt

2006-12-24T21:58:28Z

One day before Christmas and I decided to join Livejournalll.

I'm a bit of a n00b right now but I do have some graphics I wouldn't mind showing.

<3

She said he belonged to her; he never bothered to deny it.

Inchoate: in early stage; imperfectly formed

This is a starttt