Poor spent sky.

I watched The Sixth Sense for the first time today, in Rachelle's living room with the volume turned up high enough to hear all the whispering. The dvd was a little dirty or something so we didn't actually see that scene (they don't know they're dead), and by the end we were both almost in tears. Well, I was. It was so touching.

Otherwise, Rachelle broke a (ginger) beer bottle and the sky lost all the beauty it held last night, dripping out in slow rivulets through the clouds. And I am proud to have assisted that spectacle.

Mmmm...I long for the sweet taste of excitement. At this point I'd be thrilled to have something happen to someone else. I've long given up on my own life (see one of the posts I wrote in Turkey) but at least I can watch my friendses.

I love swings. Transfixing. Floating. Jenna, you better get home soon.

Grey, grey, grey. Light, lightning, where have you gone?