Downtown Owl.

This is a blog. It's a blog, to be filled with whatever I might want to fill it with. There are many like it, but this one's mine. In the past it's been filled with apologies, angst, statements of heartbreak, and the treasures of true love. Things of that nature. And I don't know if I want to keep doing that, I don't know if theres a point that we all grow out of our angsty, love drunk, or maybe waist deep poetry and/or ramblings, the tiny bits of tenderness we find within ourselves and want to write down. Be it for another pair of eyes, or the sheer aspect of getting a thought out into the world. I've strayed from it, and now coming back to and looking at the blogs of those I used to follow, being filled with all that they are, I cant say I'm there with them anymore. But I can say that my favorite english teacher retired last year. I sat at this very computer two years ago and wrote on this very blog of how much I appreciated the 25$ gift card she had just given me, for "being the greatest TA she'd ever had". With it, I cant remember what I bought, I think maybe some kind of self help book, or sketch book- which really in my terms might be the same thing. But either way, I hope she's making cookies in double ovens and being happy with her husband. Because I think after 30 years of teaching with RUSD, she deserves that.