I am older than I once was, but younger than I'll be..

[berryblast]

Christmas went well. I think my favorite present right now is this book/kit that my mom got me called "Mandalas for Meditation," and it's kind of like a coloring book for adults (I know, go ahead and laugh), it comes with 80 pages of just kind of random designs that you can color (most of them are pretty intricate but some are simpler) and colored

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[starwoman]

Aye...I remember that. We all had one. Mine was my Marius, as you'll well remember.;) I didn't meet him until high school, but my God, that was sick, how much I liked him. Or I thought I did. (It took me quite a while to realize I liked him because I liked his girlfriend. Which I did. And admittedly, I still kinda do.;)

I'm not even close to being as shy as I was when I was twelve. I no longer like Marius. (or any of the dudes I liked back in the day. And I can't remember why in the bloody HELL I even liked them then! WTF was I thinking?! Marius was different, but still. The other ones? ICK. Weirder still? One of them is getting married in five months-to a girl I befriended in middle school. And we're still friends to this day.) I'm no longer in therapy. I'm still a voracious reader (which, OMG HEATHER, go to Barnes & Nobles, right now, and buy "Love in the time of Cholera" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. You'll absolutely LOVE IT. And pick up a collection of Octavio Paz's poetry. Who? Just...trust me. He writes about the internal workings of humans like...Robert Frost writes about nature. Unbelievably beautiful.). I've traded Salute Your Shorts (but NOT the t-shirt, which I'm actually wearing NOW. And I'm splitting the cost of the Season DVDs with a friend of mine. Sweet.) for The West Wing, Nickelodeon for Bravo, CNN (which I started watching religiously when I was 13) for The Daily Show, and Rugrats for Family Guy. I got a bestfriend upgrade, too. (My best friend when I was twelve? Ironically? Rebecca. Now? Laura. And you.). All of my grandparents were still alive. I'm Agnostic. (Sometimes when certain people ask me, I still say I'm Catholic. Lapse Catholic is probably the correct term.) I thought Jim Carey was the sexiest man alive and I wanted Marriah Carrey's voice. Now? Richard Gere (And Brad Pitt, Toby Maguire, Orlando Bloom, and Angelina Jolie for good measure) and Norah Jones hold those titles.

Maybe in ten years (god, I'll be in my 30s. Scary? Yes.) I'll find this post and be like, "WTF WAS I THINKING?" but I hope I'll remember that things change and people change, and this is just a snapshot of who I am now, as opposed to who I was ten years ago. And I hope I'll forgive myself for some grave error of judgement.

In ten years? I honestly don't know.

But I'll still read. I'll love music. I'll always play on the swingsets whenever I go to a park. And I will ALWAYS sing as loud as I can when I'm alone in the house.

And you'll still be one of my best friends.

Oh and by the way? I love to color, too. ;)