Soapy...
mel·an·chol·y
n.
1. Sadness or depression of the spirits; gloom: “There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass” (Charles Kuralt).
2. Pensive reflection or contemplation.
That is exactly how I feel right now...I know what I want to talk about in this entry because I've been stewing about it all last night and today, but I'm not sure I can really be bothered writting it.
I guess everything just sorta came to a head the other night at Louise's party...or a little after actually.
When I arrived there I was reintroduced to Lan. I say reintroduced because I've already met him but he obviously didn't remember me. Ditto for Deb.
Charlie found me strolling around outside at one point and said something along the lines of "yeah, we don't really know each other but I'm Charlie..". I already know Charlie. We used to be in the same class and hung out a little.
I don't really know how I feel about it...I mean, I'm not suprised, but I'm amazed at the same time that all these people have just totally forgotten me. It kinda hurts too.
To make things worse Scott isn't talking too much. Matt was reading a couple of messages from him that I have on my phone and I should probably clear up the topic talked about.
I would like to do an art piece of a few black and white photos (probably 4) that are close ups of a man's body. I want to take the photos of mainly his arms, back, hands and the side of his mouth.
Seeing as Matt is rather self concious, I didn't think I could ask him.
Simon would never do it because he hates photos and he's a stubborn young man.
Asking my brother would be just too weird, so that leaves Scott.
So I asked and I think he'll do it....though I'll owe him for it.
I feel though by asking him I've fallen more into his clutches...its like a bad soap opera.
Now I find myself thinking about him again, just when I thought I was feeling able to move on from all that happened between us...that message from him last week just brought a smack down of happy memories of the short times we spent together.
Him touching my face, kissing my hair and hands, taking me to lunch, putting his arm around me, his smile...the memories hurts real bad.
Go get me some tissues, damnit!
n.
1. Sadness or depression of the spirits; gloom: “There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass” (Charles Kuralt).
2. Pensive reflection or contemplation.
That is exactly how I feel right now...I know what I want to talk about in this entry because I've been stewing about it all last night and today, but I'm not sure I can really be bothered writting it.
I guess everything just sorta came to a head the other night at Louise's party...or a little after actually.
When I arrived there I was reintroduced to Lan. I say reintroduced because I've already met him but he obviously didn't remember me. Ditto for Deb.
Charlie found me strolling around outside at one point and said something along the lines of "yeah, we don't really know each other but I'm Charlie..". I already know Charlie. We used to be in the same class and hung out a little.
I don't really know how I feel about it...I mean, I'm not suprised, but I'm amazed at the same time that all these people have just totally forgotten me. It kinda hurts too.
To make things worse Scott isn't talking too much. Matt was reading a couple of messages from him that I have on my phone and I should probably clear up the topic talked about.
I would like to do an art piece of a few black and white photos (probably 4) that are close ups of a man's body. I want to take the photos of mainly his arms, back, hands and the side of his mouth.
Seeing as Matt is rather self concious, I didn't think I could ask him.
Simon would never do it because he hates photos and he's a stubborn young man.
Asking my brother would be just too weird, so that leaves Scott.
So I asked and I think he'll do it....though I'll owe him for it.
I feel though by asking him I've fallen more into his clutches...its like a bad soap opera.
Now I find myself thinking about him again, just when I thought I was feeling able to move on from all that happened between us...that message from him last week just brought a smack down of happy memories of the short times we spent together.
Him touching my face, kissing my hair and hands, taking me to lunch, putting his arm around me, his smile...the memories hurts real bad.
Go get me some tissues, damnit!