I never thought I'd again run down the street in a red and white checkered summer dress, matched with awkardly and uncomfortably patterned, white knee-high socks. But it happened, almost... (the socks didn't reach my knees, damn it). I should probably add that it was leavers' day (hence the outfit), and the bus was kind of really early (hence the running).
       Even though the tears flew out of my eyes, yesterday was such a lovely day - reading through how people felt (in my little book) about the concept of not sharing so much time together anymore, and reminiscing with the people that mean most was so reassuring, almost. It was having everyone hug you and tell you just how much they'd miss you and why. It was different. It made me feel a little good about myself, I guess. It was nice.

       I later went to the cinema to watch The Last Song, which also led to helpless crying and snotty sleeves (just kidding, thought the alliteration would add a little 'jazz', no? :')). It took a while before I got over the initial 'oh but this is just weird' phase, and then it hit me. I don't want to ruin it for any of you that have it in your diary to watch, but the ending got me. It made me think a lot about my own situations, and how useless you must feel when you lose someone so key in your life. Ah. Good film, though.

Which reminds me, I must watch The Notebook again. I can't believe I only watched it for the first time ever this month! Crazy.