take these broken wings & learn to fly
so, it's early, before work, and i'm exhausted because i was up so late last night and i couldn't get to sleep. but the reason i couldn't sleep was because i couldn't stop all these memories from flooding back.
i wasn't really planning on doing anything last night, but mags called and we decided to go out for dinner and at dinner decided to hang out at her house for a while. i think i left here at about 7:30, and i didn't get back until 2 in the morning. we ended up sitting in her living room, eating brownies and talking about sooooo many things; the boys who have taken over our lives in the last few years, relationships, friends, school, and i don't even know what to say about it. i really don't.
she's been my best friend for a long time, now, and it's not that i've considered her to be anything less, lately, but we haven't just sat down and talked in the longest time. i guess that's the sign of a good friendship--we have no trouble just picking up where we left off, we remember all the same old stories and still laugh just as hard and still have to stand up at the same times to act out the same parts that we both know by heart but love to talk about all over again, still laugh at the same places, and it just never gets old. i think a million years could go by and i would still be able to go over to maggie brown's parent's house in jeans and a sweatshirt and sit down in that living room that looks and sounds and smells like every summer of the last 5 years of my life and still be just as content with telling those stories again and again. no matter how caught up in our own lives we both tend to get in between those talks, we can always come back to our 16 and 17 year old selves so easily and it's something i'll always be thankful for.
it just made me realize how great all of my friends are and how much i really love the sean thompsons and mike mathieus and tim kearneys and kristen wilkoses and jenn blakes and aaron arcellos in my life, and the people who've known me my whole life and the people who have only been there for a little while but have meant just as much.
sometimes not having a specific "group" to fit into is really hard--everyone i know knows maggie brown is my best friend, and all of them really like her, but almost none of those people actually know her on the level i do--sometimes knowing that it'll never be a group thing and it'll always just be one on one is sad and feels a little pathetic, even. but every now and again i get reminded of why those friendships are so important, and why i might be the luckiest kid on the planet because of them.
i guess i've gone on for a long time about something that almost no one is really going to care about, but i've said it before, i don't really understand these online journals or what they're supposed to be all about. journals, to me, have always been about just having a place to write down a stream of consciousness, and i guess that's what i've been doing, for the most part. so, there you have it.
but really, if you're maggie brown, thank you. sweatshirts and brownies and all of those same stories and newport creamy? the milk place? something about dairy products?... will always be my favorite thing.
off to work...
--s*
i wasn't really planning on doing anything last night, but mags called and we decided to go out for dinner and at dinner decided to hang out at her house for a while. i think i left here at about 7:30, and i didn't get back until 2 in the morning. we ended up sitting in her living room, eating brownies and talking about sooooo many things; the boys who have taken over our lives in the last few years, relationships, friends, school, and i don't even know what to say about it. i really don't.
she's been my best friend for a long time, now, and it's not that i've considered her to be anything less, lately, but we haven't just sat down and talked in the longest time. i guess that's the sign of a good friendship--we have no trouble just picking up where we left off, we remember all the same old stories and still laugh just as hard and still have to stand up at the same times to act out the same parts that we both know by heart but love to talk about all over again, still laugh at the same places, and it just never gets old. i think a million years could go by and i would still be able to go over to maggie brown's parent's house in jeans and a sweatshirt and sit down in that living room that looks and sounds and smells like every summer of the last 5 years of my life and still be just as content with telling those stories again and again. no matter how caught up in our own lives we both tend to get in between those talks, we can always come back to our 16 and 17 year old selves so easily and it's something i'll always be thankful for.
it just made me realize how great all of my friends are and how much i really love the sean thompsons and mike mathieus and tim kearneys and kristen wilkoses and jenn blakes and aaron arcellos in my life, and the people who've known me my whole life and the people who have only been there for a little while but have meant just as much.
sometimes not having a specific "group" to fit into is really hard--everyone i know knows maggie brown is my best friend, and all of them really like her, but almost none of those people actually know her on the level i do--sometimes knowing that it'll never be a group thing and it'll always just be one on one is sad and feels a little pathetic, even. but every now and again i get reminded of why those friendships are so important, and why i might be the luckiest kid on the planet because of them.
i guess i've gone on for a long time about something that almost no one is really going to care about, but i've said it before, i don't really understand these online journals or what they're supposed to be all about. journals, to me, have always been about just having a place to write down a stream of consciousness, and i guess that's what i've been doing, for the most part. so, there you have it.
but really, if you're maggie brown, thank you. sweatshirts and brownies and all of those same stories and newport creamy? the milk place? something about dairy products?... will always be my favorite thing.
off to work...
--s*