This is more profound than myspace. And I did it years ago. Now Chelsea and I are both doing it. 


I am: with Chelsea.
I think: about objects a lot. And make jokes.
I know: a lot of people in this town, and they all have the same walk.
I have: no cat. Want.
I wish: at 11:11 almost every morning and every night.
I hate: when the guy at bingo says "N, as in Nancy."
I miss: a couple of people in particular.
I fear: being unsuccessful.
I hear: Belle & Sebastian a lot these days.
I smell: coffee and everything is better.
I crave: intimacy, but not the way you might think. And cigarettes.
I search: online for the definitions of words I really should know. Then I clear my browser history.
I wonder: how things went for you today.
I regret: not treating my old roommates better.
I love: but I'm not sure how to talk about it.
I ache: after volleyball. In the best way.
I am not: as well-read as people think I am.
I believe: you, but I don't understand.
I dance: poorly.
I sing: cabaret well, but never will again.
I cry: seldom. Tried. Can't.
I fight: still, when people have no idea we're fighting.
I win: people over, eventually.
I lose: at bingo every week.
I never: drive in silence.
I always: am really hyperbolic.
I confuse: mistakes with lessons.
I listen: but I can't always respond right away.
I can usually be found: at the Mug, home, or school.
I am scared: that I missed a lot of chances.
I need: coffee, cigarettes, and bagels.
I am happy about: scholarship.
I imagine: things too vividly, too often, and too hopefully, I think.
I can't: stay home these days.
I say: "dude" a lot.
I write: some pretty excellent dialogue.
I play: the piano sometimes, if you can believe it.
I must: think I'm invincible, the way I've been carousing around Ypsilanti lately.