Goodness, it has been so hard to blog lately! My internet connection has been acting up. Sometimes it doesn't work, and when it does, it is so slow that I don't have the patience (or the faith in Blogger) to attempt it. I have also not had the energy to sit down and write, even though I love to do it. I am now in the nearly empty HC Lounge waiting for some people I need to meet with to get back to their offices, so I finally have the time, quiet, and efficient internet connection to post.
On Friday night, I went to my old neighborhood and saw three great friends of mine: Cynic, High School Friend, and Childhood Friend. It was wonderful to see them, wonderful with a capital W. I rarely see them, but we go way back (I met Cynic and High School Friend when I was 13-14, and Childhood Friend when I was 6). First, Cynic and I spent an hour or two walking around and then getting pizza. As we were walking, I absentmindedly dropped one of my pink gloves (I wasn't wearing them, just holding them), and when I discovered that it was gone, we had to retrace our footsteps. We eventually found it, after having first been thrown off by another glove, one that was similar in color and size but extremely dirty. Mine looked pristine compared to that one, but then again, it hadn't been missing for very long.
Afterwards, we went to a cafe and had coffee with High School Friend. She looked lovely; she had done something new with her hair since the last time I saw her. That got us started talking about hair, then eyebrows, and before you know it, poor Cynic was rolling his eyes at us and looking uncomfortable. Childhood Friend came soon after, and the four of us had a lot of fun catching up.
After everyone had gone, it was just Childhood Friend and I. We drove down by the water where our old high school is and walked and talked for a while. Regarding her and Best Friend, I have found that while we don't see each other often, we still have a bond from years and years of friendship that resurfaces instantly. I find myself telling them things freely that I struggle to tell others, and they seem to do the same with me. I love that about them. I love them.
words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Reconnect
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4 comments:
We definitely miss you, but take care of your bidniss and we'll be here waiting for you. :)
Hey, cool! I can futz around with this myself! Anyways, I'm sure fun was had by all.
Yes, but I could still see what it said.
Picking on me. Tscha!
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