just finished watching grave of the fireflies. there's something so magical about it, so elusive, so provocating, so pure, raw, real. it's tragic, moving, completely and utterly breathtaking. poignant. painful. so incredibly sad. but beautiful. damn it was beautiful.

and now, i think erika's been playing too much. i opened my backpack and realized i hadn't touched it since friday morning. there are thousands of pages to read, journals to compose, things to organize, tasks i want to finish. and so so many cover letters i need to send out documenting my life as something significant and worth saving. how do i show them, in one page, that i am beyond all the emptiness that my resume shows? how do i say, i know i have nothing solid to offer but if you give me this chance, i will prove to you that i am everything more than what i appear?

but for now, i should just say.

original, daring, happy, unmistakenly carefree. ang - you are talented, witty, clever, crafty. something inside of you glows, shines, shimmers elegant beauty. you can do anything you dream of, i know it, now it's your turn to grasp that gift. be who you are, and one day, everything you fantasized about will fall on your doorstep. i'm proud of you, so so proud. i never told you that did i? i'm telling you now, and for that matter, to all who reads this. i'm proud of you ang, so much that i've run out of ways to say it.