Jan 09, 2004 18:26
Looking upwards I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"Do they collide?" I ask and you smile.
London was good. I have driven so far in the past 24 hours. Went to the bar. I drank. I didn't dance. I didn't bother even attempting to find any girls (New Year's resolution deal, remember?). People asked to have pictures. Strangest sensation ever. I confessed myself through text messaging, although I am pretty sure this on again off again thing is going to leave us both bloody and bruised. Listened to a lot of Death Cab. Realized Ben Gibbard is a genius. Resurrected friendships. Fell in love all over again with Dyer, Bickley and Fil. Got a $60 cheque from the government. Watched Bio-Dome while everyone else fell asleep and then just sat there for a couple of hours struggling to fall asleep. Bought stretchy jeans and cowboy shirts. Came to the realization that while I may have had an amazing time with the girl on Sunday, she didn't have a very good time with me (no phonecalls). Out tonight for my last night in Newmarket. I miss Keenan. Bowling tonight? I don't hurt, I don't hurt, I don't hurt. I'm a geek who carries his external hard drive with him wherever he goes. Some girls have a nasty way of wrapping my Dyer up and I think it's time for some payback. Stop reading....now.