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mezzanineview) wrote2009-06-04 04:39 pm
mezzanineview) wrote2009-06-04 04:39 pm
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Buzzbuzzbuzz.
So many things happening lately! Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman dating, Pete and Ashlee being ~classy as fuck, David Carradine found dead--odd mixture of topics I know, but what the hell is happening these days? The world is a strange place to live in at the mo.
On a completely different note, I've been on facebook a lot more lately than I have in the past. It's a bittersweet sort of thing. The little suggestions sidebar has been hitting up a lot of my old friends in marching band, people I haven't talked to in nearly two years.
It makes me feel guilty. I always wanted to keep in touch with my friends after I left, even the ones I wasn't super connected to, but just had fun hanging out with. Some pangs are worse than others, when I think of some that I felt so stomach-twistingly affectionate of, and our communication just dissolved over time.
The freshman I adopted is graduating this year, and I really want to attend the ceremony, which is. Awfully sentimental of me (and who am I kidding, I'm the most sentimental person I know). Hell, I didn't even go to my graduation, and I never wanted to go to another because I remember how miserable it is to sit on the field in the afternoon sunlight in formal wear, playing Pomp And Circumstance a million billion times over while seven or eight hundred odd new adults waltz up to grab their diplomas.
I digress. I miss him an awful lot, though. The last time I spent any significant amount of time with him, we were at a concert with two other friends, and he left the sweetest note in my yearbook ever. And no, I didn't fall for him (I'm starting to think I'm incapable of it), but every time I think about how we've lost touch, I want to cry a little.
kk, gonna go check the weather forecast to figure out what I'm gonna wear in New Yoooork, then I have to catch up on Conan (YES, I AM SO GLAD CONAN IS BACK!!!!) and see the vid of Obama's speech in Cairo...
So many things happening lately! Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman dating, Pete and Ashlee being ~classy as fuck, David Carradine found dead--odd mixture of topics I know, but what the hell is happening these days? The world is a strange place to live in at the mo.
On a completely different note, I've been on facebook a lot more lately than I have in the past. It's a bittersweet sort of thing. The little suggestions sidebar has been hitting up a lot of my old friends in marching band, people I haven't talked to in nearly two years.
It makes me feel guilty. I always wanted to keep in touch with my friends after I left, even the ones I wasn't super connected to, but just had fun hanging out with. Some pangs are worse than others, when I think of some that I felt so stomach-twistingly affectionate of, and our communication just dissolved over time.
The freshman I adopted is graduating this year, and I really want to attend the ceremony, which is. Awfully sentimental of me (and who am I kidding, I'm the most sentimental person I know). Hell, I didn't even go to my graduation, and I never wanted to go to another because I remember how miserable it is to sit on the field in the afternoon sunlight in formal wear, playing Pomp And Circumstance a million billion times over while seven or eight hundred odd new adults waltz up to grab their diplomas.
I digress. I miss him an awful lot, though. The last time I spent any significant amount of time with him, we were at a concert with two other friends, and he left the sweetest note in my yearbook ever. And no, I didn't fall for him (I'm starting to think I'm incapable of it), but every time I think about how we've lost touch, I want to cry a little.
kk, gonna go check the weather forecast to figure out what I'm gonna wear in New Yoooork, then I have to catch up on Conan (YES, I AM SO GLAD CONAN IS BACK!!!!) and see the vid of Obama's speech in Cairo...
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But yay Conan!!
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CONAAAAN
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(creeped myself out a little bit by spelling her last name correctly without looking it up first)
Harriet the Spy lives on!
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