| Today I was put in contact with a very old friend. The special kind, I suppose, the kind you couldn't possibly not see again if poetic justice and other such things prevailed. We haven't spoken in four years. I'm a little apprehensive, we must both have changed so much. Looking through my songs of 2002, when we last met, I still liked Vanessa Carlton. Vanessa Fucking Carlton! Okay, I admit, on lonely nights when I'm feeling a little nostalgic... But nevertheless. I wonder if a friendship can be reignited. I suppose I will see. I'm very excited, even if it does turn out we've grown up 4 years in separate directions. I thought we'd probably never meet again, it's great how the world works, every now and then. |
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| My mother brought home sushi. This took my already extreme happiness levels to the very edge of what is considered sanely blissful. mmm... |
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| I would like to make something beautiful. Something visually striking. I feel like creating. I wish I was talented that way, but I simply am not. Maybe I should go ahead anyway, I wouldn mind finger painting, and maybe the cold squishy stuff will light something up in me. I felt very aware and very alive yesterday. Somewhere in the course of today I lost it. Melancholy is frustrating. I want to feel something definite. Now I want the strange and different to snap me back. But I have a suspicion what I really need is the methodical. Which is unfortunate and boring. Now would be a good time to do some accounting. Do a little step-by-step stuff. Maybe I shouldn have dropped it. Silly me. |
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| I am terribly anxious. I need someone to give me one of those hugs that force you to calm down. And music and chocolate and sunshine The hug is on the top of the list, though. |
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| We came second. In the final. I'm happy!  |
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