everybody got their something.
It's so weird... Things are so weird. But good. Truly. Just weird, and confusing, and strange.
My "guy" and I are over. Although, it's not so bad, because I have a new guy now. Jeez, that sounds kind of shallow and bad of me, doesn't it? But I have. I met him before the relationship with my current flame ended. But I'll write everything I'm thinking about those two guys in later entries.
So much weird stuff has been happening. I've hardly been home at all. The new guy I've met, well, he lives in Elizabeth (yes, keep your opinions about that to yourself people haha) and I've been spending a lot of time with him. I disappeared from Saturday afternoon until Thursday night last week and my family freaked out. I did send a few SMS messages telling them I was fine but that didn't seem to suffice. He is kind of like the fifth Beatle...he loves psychedelia, and hte 60's. I've been discovering lots of new music and watching hours and hours of the Beatles anthology. I've been really enjoying it. He is so different to the people I know already. It is so nice to sit and talk for hours with someone, to talk about "deep stuff", to discover new things. We are feeding off of each other in terms of our writing, bouncing our ideas off of each other. I like it. (Hey, how would you guys feel about listening to some of my writing? I'm afraid of sounding kindergoth...but if you won't judge me, I might share...). It's been good. I like him.
I've been drinking coffee, and getting drunk, and meeting people. Someone that all of us know is having a strange affair with me at the moment. He broke up with his girlfriend not long ago, and now he is giving me strange vibes. I had a one-nighter with him a long time ago, and during that one night we played A Perfect Circle's "Thirteenth Step" album (which both of us were hearing for the first time). Now, I can't listen to that CD without thinking of him. And, it seems, that he can't listen to it without thinking of me either. He told me to go home, listen to it and think of him. I like him...but maybe it's too late.
Sigh. Life can take strange turns.
My "guy" and I are over. Although, it's not so bad, because I have a new guy now. Jeez, that sounds kind of shallow and bad of me, doesn't it? But I have. I met him before the relationship with my current flame ended. But I'll write everything I'm thinking about those two guys in later entries.
So much weird stuff has been happening. I've hardly been home at all. The new guy I've met, well, he lives in Elizabeth (yes, keep your opinions about that to yourself people haha) and I've been spending a lot of time with him. I disappeared from Saturday afternoon until Thursday night last week and my family freaked out. I did send a few SMS messages telling them I was fine but that didn't seem to suffice. He is kind of like the fifth Beatle...he loves psychedelia, and hte 60's. I've been discovering lots of new music and watching hours and hours of the Beatles anthology. I've been really enjoying it. He is so different to the people I know already. It is so nice to sit and talk for hours with someone, to talk about "deep stuff", to discover new things. We are feeding off of each other in terms of our writing, bouncing our ideas off of each other. I like it. (Hey, how would you guys feel about listening to some of my writing? I'm afraid of sounding kindergoth...but if you won't judge me, I might share...). It's been good. I like him.
I've been drinking coffee, and getting drunk, and meeting people. Someone that all of us know is having a strange affair with me at the moment. He broke up with his girlfriend not long ago, and now he is giving me strange vibes. I had a one-nighter with him a long time ago, and during that one night we played A Perfect Circle's "Thirteenth Step" album (which both of us were hearing for the first time). Now, I can't listen to that CD without thinking of him. And, it seems, that he can't listen to it without thinking of me either. He told me to go home, listen to it and think of him. I like him...but maybe it's too late.
Sigh. Life can take strange turns.