oh man
Maybe it's the day.
Maybe it's because this year has a day that otherwise doesn't exist on any other typical year.
It seems absurd to me. We just made up a year to make it fit in time. We made it up. Time as we know it is made up.
I want to make everything up just so it... fits.
This weekend was strange.
Dave, from WPI emailed me.
You know, when we left that night and he was doing to stereotypical drunk guy thing and telling me I had pretty eyes and asking for my email address... I didn't expect him to actually email me. Never mind remember my name. But the next day, low and behold an email.
Not that I take anything like that too seriously. But it was flattering.
And the strangest thing happened today.
My first boyfriends mother-who I haven't really seen for more than a few seconds since I was 15 called me today. She is dating someone in NoHo and wanted to be in contact with me to have dinner or attend one of my shows. She said that she "missed me-and Ben hasn't had anyone like me since."
I don't know really what to think about it.
I do know the best way to describe the situation I have been drawn into is this:
I used to be a part of a clique. Now, because of miscommunications and back stabbing I've been kicked out. And now I know what it feels like to be on the other side.
It's really petty... and well it hurts.
It's like losing a best friend- and knowing it's for false reasons.
I hated 8th grade then, and I hate it now.
But I'm happy.
I should remember that.
Tried and true friends stay.
And who can beat that?
Maybe it's because this year has a day that otherwise doesn't exist on any other typical year.
It seems absurd to me. We just made up a year to make it fit in time. We made it up. Time as we know it is made up.
I want to make everything up just so it... fits.
This weekend was strange.
Dave, from WPI emailed me.
You know, when we left that night and he was doing to stereotypical drunk guy thing and telling me I had pretty eyes and asking for my email address... I didn't expect him to actually email me. Never mind remember my name. But the next day, low and behold an email.
Not that I take anything like that too seriously. But it was flattering.
And the strangest thing happened today.
My first boyfriends mother-who I haven't really seen for more than a few seconds since I was 15 called me today. She is dating someone in NoHo and wanted to be in contact with me to have dinner or attend one of my shows. She said that she "missed me-and Ben hasn't had anyone like me since."
I don't know really what to think about it.
I do know the best way to describe the situation I have been drawn into is this:
I used to be a part of a clique. Now, because of miscommunications and back stabbing I've been kicked out. And now I know what it feels like to be on the other side.
It's really petty... and well it hurts.
It's like losing a best friend- and knowing it's for false reasons.
I hated 8th grade then, and I hate it now.
But I'm happy.
I should remember that.
Tried and true friends stay.
And who can beat that?