Dec. 25, 2003 @ 11:50 p.m.

If I could never talk again, would my eyes provide enough visual communication to patch over the lack of verbal ability? Today I feel as though the world is standing still. Memories being made as I walk around completely oblivious to the fact that when I think back on the first Christmas of Denver, this will be what I remember. The sights, sounds and photographs will be the only thing to rebuild time, the only thing to pretend as if it wasn’t half way forgotten. New Years will forever be associated with kissing and Erin Sanders. It’s the things like that in life, that cause wonder of how in the hell all of this came to be. It’s so strange, isn’t it? And I can’t believe I’m actually writing something straight forward, something everyone who potentially would read this can understand and relate to. I can’t help it…memories might quite possibly be the single thing that gives girls a run for the craziness title.