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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Reminiscing


1. So this is what started it all. I honestly don't really remember specifically what I was thinking about. It probably had something to do with me just liking the idea of a stick figure with a brain representing me, because I could say that in some ways it's more me than just some horrible picture of me doing something stupid. I'm also smarter than you, hence the brain. Maybe this is also where I also started getting complaints from people about my profile picture, so obviously I had to keep doing it.


2. This one's pretty self explanatory, so I'm kinda sad that it's so tall. It's one panel from one of the saddest fake cartoons ever ever penned. I put it up in representation of pretty much all of our collective IB feelings at the start of our second year. We had quite a large chunk of work cut out for us and I doubt there was a single one of us that wasn't completely overwhelmed. So, to sum it up, this picture simply meant that school sucked and I hated it.



3.Again I chose to go with the obvious yet subtle method. Obviously you can see the there's a guy and girl, but notice they're facing away from each other? It's almost like they're completely refusing to acknowledge each others' existence. Oh wait, that's exactly what I was trying to get across. So this was the point in the middle of the beginning of last year when I remembered how frickin' badly I liked her, yet how far apart I felt we were. So imagine that the guy on the left is me instead of Lightle and that she's on the right and that we're sitting at desks instead of on a train and presto, you had a stick figure representation of my life at that particular point. As you can imagine, it was not the best. But then...



4. ...I received the only decent piece of advice regard such matters that I have ever received: just to talk to her. Sounds crazy, don't it? Well it appeared to have work, anyhow. We actually were starting to talk once again and, in a way, our friendship was being rekindled. Notice how it's almost the same pic, but the heads are turned towards each other. It's almost like the stick figures are talking, innit? However, as you can see, Mr. Baldy is leaning closer to the girl, seemingly a lot more eager to be talking to her than she is to be talking to him, as she's still partially involved with the laptop. Obviously this represents how I felt that our growing relationship still meant a lot more to mean than it did to her. Can't believe you couldn't understand this from the start...


5. Slightly less subtle than my other pics, this one merely represented the approaching prom. I asked her to it with a bunch of red balloons. See the red balloon over there to the left? Yeah, pretend that was one of them. I seriously hope you got at least this one at the time of its posting....



6. This one is essentially the same as that other one that looks remarkably similar yet not as good so I'm just going to pretend that they're one and the same. I actually don't know who, if anyone at all, would be able to understand this. I posted a short time after we returned from our trip to Costa Rica, which I guess really doesn't say much except that perhaps it has something to do with Costa Rica. Which it does. I probably could go on telling the entire story of the one particular night that it pertains to (which she, for some reason, never does and I actually started doing here before disliking its length), but that wouldn't really say as much as you'd think. To sum it all up, it was just her and me probably a tad bit farther from anyone or any light than probably would have been ideal had someone found us and all way the out there because I mistakenly thought you could still see the stars. Well, it was also her suggesting we move a little farther away than I had intended, but alas I digress. Those moments were pretty much it; the closest I ever had been or ever will be to her. Looking back now that I'm writing about it, I'm actually not totally sure why. I mean it was pretty frickin' cold, so maybe we were a little more cuddly than normal, but that can't be all of it... She said love. Not about me towards her, but about her towards some other guy a while ago. That was a little unexpected I must say. That probably scared me a little, certainly stung quite a bit, but I can't really be certain. She almost mentioned she was jealous about homecoming and all (but not in a bad sort of way, mind you). Maybe that one didn't really surprise me. I don't remember what else was said. Undoubtedly some reassurance from her about how much I mean/meant to her, etc.

So maybe nothing really became of this secluded rendez-vous. She made sure to pay more attention to me for the rest of the trip, of course, but that's to be expected. She always does that when she thinks something's wrong with me. Everything more I could write right now would just be stalling because I don't know how to transition this, so I'll just cut to the chase. After all this writing I still don't know why that night was so important to me. I was going to say something along the lines of me not falling in love with her but the idea of love itself, but while that's actually partially true, I can't imagine anyone else I would rather have shared these memories with...

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Here, now go away...

I saw her then,
But she were not there...

Receiving the last
Of her first impressions...

For she had not changed,
But I...

****, I hate writing poetry!!!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Xander's Gold

For some strange reason Xander seems to be the wisest character on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Seriously, how awesome is this stuff:

Anya: Look, I know you find me attractive. I've seen you looking at my breasts.
Xander: Nothing personal, but when a guy does that, it just means his eyes are open

Cordelia: So, does looking at guns really make girls wanna have sex? That's scary.
Xander: Yeah, I guess.
Cordelia: Well, does looking at guns make you wanna have sex?
Xander: I'm seventeen. Looking at linoleum makes me wanna have sex.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Short and Sweet

I'm not fine. I haven't been fine. I just like the word because it succinctly responds to a question I really don't know the answer to. Heck, I don't really even what it means. OK, so I do actually know what it means, but that's not too helpful; a synonym of excellent is hardly a word I should be using to describe my condition. I think perhaps "distracted" would be more applicable. Not quite as pleasant an answer, but hey, at least it's a little closer to the truth. Too bad it's two syllables too long or I would actually consider using it.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Then and Now

If I can barely stand to say goodbye for the night, how am I supposed to say goodbye forever?

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Unprovoked Response

This probably seems rather obvious to all of you, but I don't like posting about emotional things. I do actually find talking about such things almost therapeutic and I'm sure I've discussed some problem with each of you reading this. Writing serves pretty much the same purpose: making things a tad bit easier to cope with, or at least understand. If I can cohesively put everything down on paper or monitor I might actually have a chance at discovering what's going on this little mixed up head of mine. So when it comes down to it, the only thing I'm not comfortable with is publishing what I've written for all the world (or at least 5 of its people) to see. Perhaps it has something to do with me being accustomed to everyone thinking I'm a cold, heartless monster. Maybe I just like keeping my own secrets (which I'm simultaneously getting better and worse at doing). However, I think that, above all, I just find it a tad bit weird that some people would so impersonally offer up such personal information. I meant I love all of y'all, but I'm not going to just hand out everything I think on a silver platter. The purpose of a blog is merely to provide a format in which to write, and then to optionally share. The writing's the important part, not the sharing (though I guess I don't really need a blog if I all I want to do is write about stuff). Just because I don't post too often doesn't mean I haven't written anything, it just means that I haven't written anything I want you (or some other specific person) to read.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Thought Process

The first thing that popped into my head after hearing about recent events at North Hills: "Wow, that sounds like some poorly conceived, Latin-American military coup." The second thing: Dumbledore's Army.