Dear __________,

    I wanted to tell you a few things, before you go your way and I go mine.

   It's just that when I'm around you, I feel that nothing else really matters. It's just you and me. Everything else will work out. And that's terrifying for me. My life is not about spontantiety. It's calculated. Planned. Controlled, even. I don't really let go. But all things change around you. I find myself lettings things slide. Letting things move without me moving them. Everything is alright.

     But you know, when I look into your eyes, I can't find that driving raw emotion mirroring mine. It's just so tragic to me that the one person who makes me feel this way, so real and vivid, doesn't feel the same about me.

      This isn't an accusation. It's not a pity letter. It's just me telling you good bye.

                            Sincerely,

                                  Me

leaving on a jet plane don't know when i'll be back again

a typical boston street

chippendales...what happens in boston stays in boston...

shear madness the play!

i love these kids!

jessica and i getting jiggy with the turtle!

mike being french? pic blurry due to me laughing uncontrollably

that's 100 peanut butter crunch balls! that's  like a world record

megan and jessica...picture of the year!

everyone being awesomely cool in their IMAX glasses

fanueil hall...word!

doug jake and cameron chillaxing and making a mess in my room

um yea....i found those penguins like that.

doug and andrew doing who knows what?

me contemplating the boston trip in my pimp pink hat.

THE END!

HARVARD '06 PINECREST TRIP

got up @ 6:20 a.m. Left house on a freakin' Sat. @ 7 a.m., only 2 realize I didn't have to be @ school until 7:30. Drove around and then sat in parking lot in my car with music turned up way too loud and me singing like i was in the shower.

    Mr. Thomas comes with the bus and he brings a smile to my face as always. More people come and everyone starts to get on bus. Cameron taps me on the way to bus and asks me if i'm allowed to drive. duh yes i'm allowed to drive.

        About an hour trip to Terry Sanford. Get dressed in some snazzy dress suit. Get my ass kicked in Varsity Student Congress, but it's all good because that's only my 2nd time doing Congress and my 1st time doing Varsity. I tell Mr. Thomas I got my "booty kicked in Student Congress" and he just hugs me and tells me that I am perfect no matter what. *sigh* Why can't everyone be like good ol' Mr. Thomas? And Why does he have to retire right before my senior year?

     Feeling satisfied with what i have learned from my new experience, I make amends with a friend that I haven't talked to since Christmas Break. Everyone on the debate team (hell yes i am on the debate team bitches) gets into a vivid sex talk about contraceptives and such and I strike gold with the phrase, "no love without the glove." Also had more intelligent conversations a little later (Intellingent Design in Public Schools?). Arrive home @ 10:30 p.m.

          Come back home, reflect on what I have accomplished today, and write about it in the fading xanga. It's been a long but satisfying day.

well it's official. i'm bored:

OFFICIAL STATS:

name: Michelle Minji Sohn

birthdate: Oct. 5, 19**

status: kind of taken?

LAST TIME YOU:

streaked: oh gosh....haven't done that in a while. hm, probably @ jeannie's going away party?

kissed someone: on the lips? last friday @ mike's. crazy crazy boys...

danced: in my room all the time :D

karoke: ..................

EVER:

smoked: not cigarettes

drink: geez, who knows who reads these things anyway?

seen someone get drunk: aahahah *cough cough* caleb

What makes you:

cry:  the notebook...gets me everytime

laugh hysterically: everytime someone says, 'he look like a man'

jealous: everything cuz i'm a jealous person

angry: people hating on asian people

sad: seeing someone else sad...

that's enough of those darn quizzes.