Feb 06, 2006 09:31
Mmmmmm, I haven't listened to these babies in forever, and boy does it feel good. Getting in touch with my roots like this makes me feel nostalgic and rejuvinated, funny, since nostalgia is intrinsically a feeling of dwelling on that which has gone stale.
I'm cuttin it off with DP, I'm at a good place in my life, and I don't need to enter a relationship with so much baggage, I'm not lookin for a 'fuck buddy', and I'm not in thee mood to be part of something that can be influenced by some rando dude... okay, so I suppose a BF of 3 years isn't a rando, but he's still some other dude jerkin around my relationship! =p (<----first and last time you'll ever see one of those from me, so you better savor it) But I totally know where she's coming from, I have a tendancy to try & keep my options open as well, and in doing so I've messed up pretty bad. Heck, that Rheba/Bailey thing could be used as an example. Oh well, I like to pretend I'm more decisive now.
Speaking of Rheba, I was supposed to hang out with her this weekend, it would've been fun, even if she is kinda... i don't know, 'fake' isn't the right word, I think I'm thinking more along the lines of 'unsure', unsure of who she is and wants to become. She's a totally cool person, one of my 'new old friends', someone who I could hang out with wherever, whenever, and still have a good time.
And Speaking of Bailey - I guess her and Klopp are dating now, which is totally cool, I'm glad she's following what's inside her, cause that's what's going to make her happy. I find myself bringing her out of the shadows of my mind every now & then (they're the most vivid when I'm high, hehe), but they're not the least bit negative or regretfull or anything. Just remembering insignificants, like the way we felt after Winterfest, the pre-Prom eat-in, and how she used to eat my nose. She's a doll. Her dating Klopp carries with it the possibility of her and I finally becoming friends, because now that her mind is made up and she's on good path, she won't feel any awkward, left-over feelings.
I wish I could jam right now...