it's almost too cold for flip-flops. the leaves are turning their colors. you can feel the coldness in the air brush against your skin. the car windows slowly crawl up. the sleeves on your arms slowly get longer. i'm intelligent, and i need to stop saying otherwise, i'm just not living up to my potential. at least that's what he said. i guess that's one less depressing way to look at things. she calls me babe and it makes me smile. he said i look better than i have in years. he's not sure how i do it, but i look happy. she tells me my face is looking skinny. as i inch closer and closer the goal grows a little less depressing. less out of reach. grey's anatomy is back. now there's too much on tv. the movies are slowly getting better. and so is the music. life just feels different. every summer i tell myself this will be the fall that i finally have my sam and amanda moment. and every fall comes and goes, then i see the snow and realize i'll have to make the plans all over again for the following year. something tells me this year won't be the exception.