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If I wrote memoirs, I'd start with a castlist making sure it was clear that I'm the antagonist. I don't do that, though, because that would mean playing at honesty instead of showing the kaleidoscope view, the snatches of glimpses or glimpses of snatches. Now my big essay is about memoirs -- the ethics of, fact and fiction and the meandering wasteland between. It requires me to write about me, an about the people I can offend in a casual, honest way. Let's see if I can lose friends and alienate people. ere goes nothing.
The roommate has a concussion: took on the floor and lost in the second volleyball game of the night, so she's spending the night with someone who can beat her every time she closes her eyes for anything longer than the average blink. She was staying with the best friend, but plans have changed and I'm not sure where she's sleeping. Thinking about best friends has me aching behind my chest. I have one of those, I think. I have a best friend, and she's twined around my heart like a vine: even when she keeps boyfriends around whose "conditions" include not hanging out with me without permission. I keep thinking about that, it's bouncing in my head like the little ocean in a sea shell: my best friend has a boyfriend that hates me, and she keeps him. The boyfriend I introduced her to. The boyfriend who I was going to homecoming with and who blew me off a week before, when I'd already picked out my Little Purple Dress, with a "sorry, I'll be out of town" and then a lame "I've got to go." That boyfriend? The one who saw me at homecoming, and asked how I was doing?
Of course, good things came of it, and I ended up taking my best friend Boyfriend to homecoming instead, where we danced terribly and awkwardly for the majority of the night. Best friend boyfriend, homecoming date extrordenaire still belongs to me, despite my best efforts.
That's enough alienating. I almost hate my fantastically quirky professor and fantastically awesome essay for making me start my livejournal with, uhm, actual "feelings" instead of LULS HARRY POTTER fangirling or getting all tv-tropesy. Next time. There will be tropes.
The roommate has a concussion: took on the floor and lost in the second volleyball game of the night, so she's spending the night with someone who can beat her every time she closes her eyes for anything longer than the average blink. She was staying with the best friend, but plans have changed and I'm not sure where she's sleeping. Thinking about best friends has me aching behind my chest. I have one of those, I think. I have a best friend, and she's twined around my heart like a vine: even when she keeps boyfriends around whose "conditions" include not hanging out with me without permission. I keep thinking about that, it's bouncing in my head like the little ocean in a sea shell: my best friend has a boyfriend that hates me, and she keeps him. The boyfriend I introduced her to. The boyfriend who I was going to homecoming with and who blew me off a week before, when I'd already picked out my Little Purple Dress, with a "sorry, I'll be out of town" and then a lame "I've got to go." That boyfriend? The one who saw me at homecoming, and asked how I was doing?
Of course, good things came of it, and I ended up taking my best friend Boyfriend to homecoming instead, where we danced terribly and awkwardly for the majority of the night. Best friend boyfriend, homecoming date extrordenaire still belongs to me, despite my best efforts.
That's enough alienating. I almost hate my fantastically quirky professor and fantastically awesome essay for making me start my livejournal with, uhm, actual "feelings" instead of LULS HARRY POTTER fangirling or getting all tv-tropesy. Next time. There will be tropes.