instead of sleeping (great i'm going to fall asleep at my desk tomorrow), i decided to rummage/clean through some old shoeboxes. but being the pack rat that i am, i became entirely mesmerized by everything i had collected in high school -- letters, i can't even begin to tell you how many there are (i think half of them are from jenn shen - wow we really go way back), pictures, notes here and there, dance invitations, etc.

it's amazing to just go back and read what used to be cool, how we talked, wrote, gossiped about: "yeah i don't know if he'll be a good date, but sadies is always fun!" we're so silly.

i was so excited when i found this old letter from chris i wanted to call him and laugh. but i think he's sleeping, stupid finals. i'll tell you tomorrow.

and then i came upon this, scribbled on the back of notebook paper, probably stolen from a movie? a poem? someone? i don't know, but i still kinda like it.

"i'm going to smile because i want to make you happy...laugh so you can't see me cry...i'm going to let you go in style and even if it kills me i'm going to smile...because that's how i want you to remember me."