Photographs lost in time are all I see...
::insert groan:: I just ate the most amazing concoction: Dairy Queen's Strawberry Cheesequake. Unfortunately my eyes were larger than my stomach and I'm feeling the effects of it...meh.
Kirby's gone for the weekend and Jamie isn't home from Thailand until tomorrow, so Ringo and I have the house to ourselves once again, except for Tiff and her boyfriend. Ringo and I went for a walk this afternoon and I couldn't believe how gorgeous it is outside. Obnoxiously bright shades of green, purple, white and blue...made me feel as though I had somehow gotten caught in a Tim Burton film.
I need to be working on my English and Hebrew Bible papers, but as usual I find ways to get out of it. So today I tackled the much needed task of putting all of my pictures into albums. I stuffed seven years of my life (6th to 12th grade) into a book and it was strangely cathartic. Memories both good and bad that had gotten pushed into the dusty, back corners of my mind suddenly came rushing back up. Things I was once proud and excited over, I found myself ashamed of and sticking behind other photos. And other pictures of once-bitter remembrances had found a way to turn themselves into sweet recollections and I found myself looking at them longer than usual. Hey, you live, you learn.
It still breaks my heart that so much time separates people with whom I was once so close. St. Jerome is quoted as saying that "the friendship that can cease was never real." Is that really true? Just because people don't talk often, that doesn't mean they aren't still friends. Right?
Oh, what do I know.
There I go trying to be deep again.
Kirby's gone for the weekend and Jamie isn't home from Thailand until tomorrow, so Ringo and I have the house to ourselves once again, except for Tiff and her boyfriend. Ringo and I went for a walk this afternoon and I couldn't believe how gorgeous it is outside. Obnoxiously bright shades of green, purple, white and blue...made me feel as though I had somehow gotten caught in a Tim Burton film.
I need to be working on my English and Hebrew Bible papers, but as usual I find ways to get out of it. So today I tackled the much needed task of putting all of my pictures into albums. I stuffed seven years of my life (6th to 12th grade) into a book and it was strangely cathartic. Memories both good and bad that had gotten pushed into the dusty, back corners of my mind suddenly came rushing back up. Things I was once proud and excited over, I found myself ashamed of and sticking behind other photos. And other pictures of once-bitter remembrances had found a way to turn themselves into sweet recollections and I found myself looking at them longer than usual. Hey, you live, you learn.
It still breaks my heart that so much time separates people with whom I was once so close. St. Jerome is quoted as saying that "the friendship that can cease was never real." Is that really true? Just because people don't talk often, that doesn't mean they aren't still friends. Right?
Oh, what do I know.
There I go trying to be deep again.