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I blame the winter. I love it (etc), but it is to blame (do I hear a hint of Rocky?).
The thing is that we lost. Yes, we did. We were supposed to win, but that's sport- brutal. That's why I don't like it. Or maybe it's just cause I suck? Yep, it's the second one.
We (our school's girl's basketball team) lost in the final, the all state final of all the high schools. Poor things, they've cried so much, but they deserve to lose if they LEAD by 15 points and then screw everything up in the second half. I still can't believe it.
I went with alady_insane to see Ocean's Twelve the other day. The movie was ok, not the perfect movie for the big screen and the first was definitely better, but I've enjoyed this one a lot. To sum it up? "Come on, he's one guy, and he's French." The thing is that I've talked with alady_insane about something, and then somehow we got to the point where she told me: "What kind of people are we? We need to lie to finish a conversation, even with somebody you love."
Have you ever thought about it? You talk to somebody on the phone, your best friend, and in the end to come to a point where you are out of things to talk about. How horrible is that? And then you lie: "My mom is calling." "I need to take the dog out." " I've got homework waiting." And so on… See what I mean? He is your best friend, how can you have nothing to talk about of all the sudden.
I guess the whole thing was about change. And people. And how people change. And how someday you pass that person that was always there for you and you almost looked alike, cause spent so much time together, and now that person just walks by and doesn't even say "hi".
Or maybe you just thought you were like that, and the truth was that he never knew you, and you never knew him. Ever. It was all pretty much fake, and all the "deep talks" were just some bullshit he made up. How would you feel at that moment? The moment of realization. That moment when you have nothing to say, and you lie, and you drift apart. Then you suddenly wake up, and he doesn't even talk to you. You are different, foreign.
What's gotten into me? I told you: it's the winter. Even I get depressed. Wow! The world is going crazy… Please, none of what was written there happened to me and I hope it never will, but just think about it, will you?
And now for something completely different:
Chrismas Badger
Night to all of you. Sweet dreams ;)
The thing is that we lost. Yes, we did. We were supposed to win, but that's sport- brutal. That's why I don't like it. Or maybe it's just cause I suck? Yep, it's the second one.
We (our school's girl's basketball team) lost in the final, the all state final of all the high schools. Poor things, they've cried so much, but they deserve to lose if they LEAD by 15 points and then screw everything up in the second half. I still can't believe it.
I went with alady_insane to see Ocean's Twelve the other day. The movie was ok, not the perfect movie for the big screen and the first was definitely better, but I've enjoyed this one a lot. To sum it up? "Come on, he's one guy, and he's French." The thing is that I've talked with alady_insane about something, and then somehow we got to the point where she told me: "What kind of people are we? We need to lie to finish a conversation, even with somebody you love."
Have you ever thought about it? You talk to somebody on the phone, your best friend, and in the end to come to a point where you are out of things to talk about. How horrible is that? And then you lie: "My mom is calling." "I need to take the dog out." " I've got homework waiting." And so on… See what I mean? He is your best friend, how can you have nothing to talk about of all the sudden.
I guess the whole thing was about change. And people. And how people change. And how someday you pass that person that was always there for you and you almost looked alike, cause spent so much time together, and now that person just walks by and doesn't even say "hi".
Or maybe you just thought you were like that, and the truth was that he never knew you, and you never knew him. Ever. It was all pretty much fake, and all the "deep talks" were just some bullshit he made up. How would you feel at that moment? The moment of realization. That moment when you have nothing to say, and you lie, and you drift apart. Then you suddenly wake up, and he doesn't even talk to you. You are different, foreign.
What's gotten into me? I told you: it's the winter. Even I get depressed. Wow! The world is going crazy… Please, none of what was written there happened to me and I hope it never will, but just think about it, will you?
And now for something completely different:
Chrismas Badger
Night to all of you. Sweet dreams ;)