and_so_it_goes megan and so the days pass on, from winter into spring and it's funny, the sun still comes up every morning, and i still like to take those last few steps into school very very slowly in order to breathe in the magnificence of such a burst of color washed over the landscape and i'm leaving this town next year (not sure what to think about that totally, but keep my game face on, be strong and courageous and (feeble?) no). i've never had to move before, i'm not sure how i'll respond. probably not too well. i'm not keen on change of any sort and i still wear my heart on my sleeve and chew on my fingers when i'm nervous/scared/upset/depressed/sad, OK so i chew on my fingers all the time and i can still be a bitch at times. but i thought everyone did that from time to time. and i thought i wasn't too bad about it. but i guess i am, and so i am working on it. and i still like old rock/folk/happy music/acoustic guitar (no longer jewel) and that one boy played with my hair today and it was funny... i didn't even have any remote feelings of remorse or depression or that ball of emotion at the back of my throat. nothing, static. and it felt right. good. and i'm going to write stories and be published. and this one boy, he's going to take pictures for a living. and happiness seems to be around every corner, grinning. and i seem to be chasing the sunset. and i seem to be somewhat successful 050209 what's it to you? who go blather from