i was going to write last night but i don't know what happened. i think maybe this is why i'm not updating as much as of late: i want to write, i have things to write about, but i never end up opening notepad, and then forget what i wanted to say the next day.
i went to connecticut with my friend kim for passover and it was a lot of fun. simmsbury has so much history, it's amazing; there are still houses there from the 1700s. that's fucking amazing. also, apparently, connecticut is trying to construct a trail that goes through the whole state. that's pretty damn cool too.
i think kim's parents poisoned me with the flu because i am definitely coming down with something. dammit. hopefully i can fight through these next two and half weeks(!!!) and then get a shitload of rest to fight this illness off once summer starts.
riding on the bus from connecticut last night got me thinking about a lot of things. just being on the bus reminded me of sojourn to the past, and from that i started thinking about the girl i had a crush on when i was on the trip. but for the life of me i can't remember her name. i could probably find it, locked away in some e-mail somewhere, but what interests me the most is how people can just come and go in your life. this girl obviously made a big enough impact on my life to remember her, but not enough to remember her name. i just wonder how many people i've done that to; how many people randomly think of me while they're on a bus?