可爱的张老师给李阳和我改论文，花去将近两个小时，老宫两口子估计当时想把我埋了。
喝了一些酒，ms还不少，可是总是感觉没喝够。
晚上大家都唱歌去了，我没去，只是之前帮忙拿了点东西过去。可以想象当时大家都唱得很感动，我没去，真的害怕了，害怕哭出来，害怕情绪来了，会回寝室把上次大家喝酒剩下的两瓶二锅头灌下去，然后说很多莫名其妙的话。
刚看了一个故人的日志，很羡慕的感觉。还能去怀念大一、怀念高中的生活，至少，很多人还有那么一点天真的想法去怀念单纯的生活，怀念那些消逝的有天真梦想的日子。
我怀念吗？如果不怀念，就不会害怕去唱歌了吧。越来越觉得，看起来很刚毅潇洒，觉得什么都无所谓的人，或许是最脆的一类人，至少或许我是这样，千万不要说这些人没有感情。
人就是这么操蛋，因为害怕和伤感，就得努力做到无所不惧；因为想过平淡的生活，就得努力做到有事业。
引用一位老友的话，记住我的样子，那个时候我想做那样的人。
"Wake Me Up When September Ends"
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
