one of the more pleasant feelings in the world is nostalgia. i’m one of those people who loves looking at old year books and pictures just because of the memeories they evoke. i love it when i smell old smells, however gross, if it reminds me of good times.

it’s like the smell of musty old books. books that have been taken by water and then not completely dried before they were put away. that mildewy smell of those books in the back from the library. the smell reminds me of Nancy Drew, The Phantom Tollbooth, the Wrinkle in Time and the Boxcar children hardcovers. Always on the lower rows it seemed like, always ready to be opened and explored.

i miss those old friends. i remember a time where they were my only company.

i find myself looking at the things i’m doing now and wondering if i’ll ever feel nostalgic about them — knowing that i will. i look at things and wonder what will elicit the memories of the way i feel right now. what will make me remember back about my dorm life? what will make me think about the people i know and the situations i’m going through right now? what songs will i attatch to this time in my life? with so much changing, will i be able to remember it all?

that’s one of the things that i regret about blogging sometimes. mostly i don’t really write about what i actually did during the day, but more of what i think about what i did during the day. it’s not actually an accurate events keeper. i guess that’s what my planner is for.

i think i’m going to start writing events in my paper journal from now on. aww. my cute tarepanda journal. i’ve missed it a lot. i wish i was less addicted to online life and could pry myself away from the computer so i could write things other than blogs and e-mails. like paper mails and keep up my paper journal.

bleh. unfair, though. i can’t read other people’s paper journals.