I'll be there for you as long as it works for me.
Change of pace in my writing to a more nostalgic feel. Recently, my comrade returned home for the weekend on liberty from his Naval duties. Beforehand, I honestly wasn't sure where we would stand (as stated in prior entries), however the moment we got in touch with one another, it all fit into place. Whilst I sat perched upon the concrete steps leading up to my porch, I paid no mind to the gentle spray of rain carried on the breeze. It could not have been a more gloomy day, the dirty white sky was dusted with gray clouds. Just as my comrade pulled into the driveway, I felt something difficult to convey through words. I once gave a friend of mine the advice to cherish the things taken for granted. I took for granted the fact that my comrade was there for me so often, and one day having realized that he would no longer be there left me taken back. To simplify, I then realized how much I actually missed him. Sporting cap and raincoat, beneath it he wore the Naval dress blues. I noticed his posture had changed since the last time i'd seen him, whereas he was more laid back and slouched before, he now stood upright with his chin lifted, having an aura of pride about him. My only jest was how his military cut hair reminded me of Robert DeNiro's crazed character in the film "Taxi Driver". My mother and comrade embraced before the two of us set out with no destination, much like we once did. I listened intently as my comrade shared his experience thus far, with boot-camp and his plans for post-graduation. In turn, I shared my short-lived experience with a relationship and the goings on since he'd been gone. Frankly, I could use extravagant words and description to make the day with my comrade sound brilliant and most likely bore the hell out of any reader, however, I am content to just simply say we hung out until he was called back to base.
To revise the telling of drama in my life (taking into consideration it seems I have an unwelcome fan), my girlfriend and I broke up not too long ago. Well, to be more precise, she broke up with me (in the company of two other friends). From an optimistic perspective, we are still very close. It feels almost as if we've taken a step back rather than move on and treat one another just as an ex. Still, I miss the feeling of security which comes with commitment. I never thought in the span of two weeks I would find myself thinking of someone as much as i've thought of her. She has the kind of exotic eyes which makes even catching her gaze from across the room cause the hairs on the nape of your neck to stand. For as long as I can remember, i've had a fascination with eye-contact. Looking into someone else's eyes can be something as trivial as a dismissive glance, or as meaningful as a passionate stare. My comrade once joked by saying my gaze had a strong presence. As a person, Sabrina continues to enthrall me to this day, what with all of her accomplishments and her sheer potential, she is one of the many fascinating people I have been privileged to have met in my lifetime. Albeit a brat at times (which I tease her for), she and I have held many in-depth conversations, that which is crucial for getting to know someone and their standpoint on important issues. As far as appearance goes, she has the absolute most adorable smile (which brightens her face), and I can't think of anything about her I would change. Had I any say in it, we would still be together, however as the saying goes: nothing good ever lasts.
As I write this, my eyes strain to stay open. Exhausted as I am, I find that writing during ungodly hours of the night is best (for me, at least). I read somewhere that writers are prone to either writing early in the morning or late at night, and considering I may as well be a vampire, I choose the latter. Unfortunately, we discovered a 'short' in the phone-line (which means we haven't been able to use the phone at all), preventing us from giving or receiving calls. On the bright side, my comrade came once more to my homestead early in the day around noon, accompanied by my old crony Rich and his friend Jeremy. Both of which I hadn't seen for quite some time, now. I was heartened to find that both were well and in good spirits, albeit still hopelessly addicted to smoking pot. As we sped around with my comrade piloting the Hammerhead (his father's car), eventually we came to Springhill mall, us four strolling amidst the congested crowd until reaching the food court. Whilst we sat and ate Sbarro's, my comrade proceeded to answer inquires regarding boot-camp and his take on everything. Unfortunately, the only downside to going to the mall is the fact that you tend to leave somewhat broke. My comrade, having been out of the music scene since his departure to the Navy, brought us along as he searched Barnes & Nobles and various music stores for CD's. Making way back to the car, my comrade drove around while we listened to music, until eventually coming upon a secluded park, where we all loitered outside the car and conversed. Particularly, I felt this was the highlight of the day, just us four talking and laughing, without the need for anything else to make it more enjoyable. Afterwards, we briefly spent time at the residence of a girl named Abigail (whom apparently has drinking get-togethers at her homestead), before my comrade dropped me off home. Overall, aside from not being able to get in touch with Sabrina and the fact that our phone is dead until someone comes to repair it tomorrow, it was a considerably good day.
--Day two of being without a phone-line. Apparently, it has something to do with a defective cord or something along those lines (no pun intended). Alas, I was not able to bid my comrade farewell due to the annoyance of the phone (or lack thereof). Nevertheless, once he is shipped to Florida, supposedly he will be able to access the internet and use the phone. That, in a nutshell, has been my weekend with my longtime comrade. Oddly enough, this Spring Break has seemed to last an eternity, what with everything that happened. I fell in love with a girl and lost her all in the same week, I reunited with my comrade, whom is like a brother to me. To say she isn't on my mind even as I write this would be lying, the memory of her and us is still finely etched in my mind, as if written permanently. I find myself wondering what she's thinking, if she in turn thinks in any similarity to me. She and I both have very different views on love. Albeit we only spoke briefly of it, we have very much different views on other subjects such as faith, and the meaning of it. You can honestly tell when you've met someone intelligent by the fact that they don't impose themselves on you and force their beliefs unto you when you share personal opinion, they simply share. I could drone on about everything I miss with her, but it only brings me down.
Imitation may be the highest form of flattery, but posing is the act of a jealous ignoramus.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.
To revise the telling of drama in my life (taking into consideration it seems I have an unwelcome fan), my girlfriend and I broke up not too long ago. Well, to be more precise, she broke up with me (in the company of two other friends). From an optimistic perspective, we are still very close. It feels almost as if we've taken a step back rather than move on and treat one another just as an ex. Still, I miss the feeling of security which comes with commitment. I never thought in the span of two weeks I would find myself thinking of someone as much as i've thought of her. She has the kind of exotic eyes which makes even catching her gaze from across the room cause the hairs on the nape of your neck to stand. For as long as I can remember, i've had a fascination with eye-contact. Looking into someone else's eyes can be something as trivial as a dismissive glance, or as meaningful as a passionate stare. My comrade once joked by saying my gaze had a strong presence. As a person, Sabrina continues to enthrall me to this day, what with all of her accomplishments and her sheer potential, she is one of the many fascinating people I have been privileged to have met in my lifetime. Albeit a brat at times (which I tease her for), she and I have held many in-depth conversations, that which is crucial for getting to know someone and their standpoint on important issues. As far as appearance goes, she has the absolute most adorable smile (which brightens her face), and I can't think of anything about her I would change. Had I any say in it, we would still be together, however as the saying goes: nothing good ever lasts.
As I write this, my eyes strain to stay open. Exhausted as I am, I find that writing during ungodly hours of the night is best (for me, at least). I read somewhere that writers are prone to either writing early in the morning or late at night, and considering I may as well be a vampire, I choose the latter. Unfortunately, we discovered a 'short' in the phone-line (which means we haven't been able to use the phone at all), preventing us from giving or receiving calls. On the bright side, my comrade came once more to my homestead early in the day around noon, accompanied by my old crony Rich and his friend Jeremy. Both of which I hadn't seen for quite some time, now. I was heartened to find that both were well and in good spirits, albeit still hopelessly addicted to smoking pot. As we sped around with my comrade piloting the Hammerhead (his father's car), eventually we came to Springhill mall, us four strolling amidst the congested crowd until reaching the food court. Whilst we sat and ate Sbarro's, my comrade proceeded to answer inquires regarding boot-camp and his take on everything. Unfortunately, the only downside to going to the mall is the fact that you tend to leave somewhat broke. My comrade, having been out of the music scene since his departure to the Navy, brought us along as he searched Barnes & Nobles and various music stores for CD's. Making way back to the car, my comrade drove around while we listened to music, until eventually coming upon a secluded park, where we all loitered outside the car and conversed. Particularly, I felt this was the highlight of the day, just us four talking and laughing, without the need for anything else to make it more enjoyable. Afterwards, we briefly spent time at the residence of a girl named Abigail (whom apparently has drinking get-togethers at her homestead), before my comrade dropped me off home. Overall, aside from not being able to get in touch with Sabrina and the fact that our phone is dead until someone comes to repair it tomorrow, it was a considerably good day.
--Day two of being without a phone-line. Apparently, it has something to do with a defective cord or something along those lines (no pun intended). Alas, I was not able to bid my comrade farewell due to the annoyance of the phone (or lack thereof). Nevertheless, once he is shipped to Florida, supposedly he will be able to access the internet and use the phone. That, in a nutshell, has been my weekend with my longtime comrade. Oddly enough, this Spring Break has seemed to last an eternity, what with everything that happened. I fell in love with a girl and lost her all in the same week, I reunited with my comrade, whom is like a brother to me. To say she isn't on my mind even as I write this would be lying, the memory of her and us is still finely etched in my mind, as if written permanently. I find myself wondering what she's thinking, if she in turn thinks in any similarity to me. She and I both have very different views on love. Albeit we only spoke briefly of it, we have very much different views on other subjects such as faith, and the meaning of it. You can honestly tell when you've met someone intelligent by the fact that they don't impose themselves on you and force their beliefs unto you when you share personal opinion, they simply share. I could drone on about everything I miss with her, but it only brings me down.
Imitation may be the highest form of flattery, but posing is the act of a jealous ignoramus.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.