The party is over.
I'm trying to behave but this isn't easy. Sitting around the house by myself is something I do so rarely that it feels weird to be doing this. I have that strange feeling in my stomach, like something bad is about to happen. Surely I should be out, seeing, meeting people and knowing what is going on out there. But that's what has been getting me into trouble lately.
Winter break started the first week of December. WIth no school and only two or three days of work a week, understandably I am going to party harder than usual. But partying hard is an understatement. I swear I went out more in that month and consumed more self-destrucive things than I did in all my time in South Beach combined so far. It was ridiculous, but I figured school would begin the first week of January and the party would be over. The problem is I'm a month into the semester and still partying like it's winter break. My grades and school work are under control, but I'm still trying to ground myself. Must stay in tonight.
Tucked inside an old leopard print case are some old CD's that I burned back in high school. I'm burning some of them into my new laptopand listening to the old songs brings back so many memories. Each song brings me back to a certain time and place, with the person that I shared it with. At the time it never occured to me that I was in the process of forming a memory that will always be with me. I didn't realize that I would always associate that person, place and time with the songs until now. What makes me wonder is that while I have heard most of these songs dozens of times, why am I brought back to that one specific memory? What about all the other times I could relate a song to? I guess they weren't as significant as the one that sticks in my mind.
I miss hanging with Rosie and Jenn everyday. It's crazy to think that I have known my high school friends for almost a decade. I think that part of what makes it seem so crazy is that although we've grown and changed in some ways, we still argue and talk to each other pretty much the same way we did back when we were 15. When we get together, we pick up exactly where we left off. We are going to be some funny little old ladies one day, I hope.
Winter break started the first week of December. WIth no school and only two or three days of work a week, understandably I am going to party harder than usual. But partying hard is an understatement. I swear I went out more in that month and consumed more self-destrucive things than I did in all my time in South Beach combined so far. It was ridiculous, but I figured school would begin the first week of January and the party would be over. The problem is I'm a month into the semester and still partying like it's winter break. My grades and school work are under control, but I'm still trying to ground myself. Must stay in tonight.
Tucked inside an old leopard print case are some old CD's that I burned back in high school. I'm burning some of them into my new laptopand listening to the old songs brings back so many memories. Each song brings me back to a certain time and place, with the person that I shared it with. At the time it never occured to me that I was in the process of forming a memory that will always be with me. I didn't realize that I would always associate that person, place and time with the songs until now. What makes me wonder is that while I have heard most of these songs dozens of times, why am I brought back to that one specific memory? What about all the other times I could relate a song to? I guess they weren't as significant as the one that sticks in my mind.
I miss hanging with Rosie and Jenn everyday. It's crazy to think that I have known my high school friends for almost a decade. I think that part of what makes it seem so crazy is that although we've grown and changed in some ways, we still argue and talk to each other pretty much the same way we did back when we were 15. When we get together, we pick up exactly where we left off. We are going to be some funny little old ladies one day, I hope.