20th January, 2007
When Today Was Very Quiet
I feel as if there’s so much I want to say except I can’t seem to put it into coherent words. Everything has been… a really good surprise to me and I don’t know what I did to deserve it all. So many emotions are flying around from fear to happiness to excitement to anger; I don’t know how to separate each of them.
You may not know it, but this is new territory for me. Everyone that I had dated always lived in my proximity and you are the first to be situated more than half an hour away. You are also the first to have snuck up on me like you did. I never expected you, Mr. Cautious, to have fallen the way you did. I really did expect you to have a lot of control and that you would be the one holding my string and hook. Now it seems that I’ve you on my hook, more than both of us had expected.
I don’t know what’s going on exactly but whatever it is, I like it. Kind of. But I still hate you… mostly for foiling my plans. Maybe if I feel like it, I’ll do what the chick did in 10 Things I Hate About You. Maybe we’ll watch it again. After the other movies on our list.
I hate you.
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I’m not used to staying in; I’ve been going out at least once a day in the last two weeks that staying in today feels quite weird. I feel like I need to go out and do something. But I don’t.
Damn it. I hate having something good to say but not being near the laptop to keep it down. That bugs me.
Speaking of remembering things, I think that when people write things down, such as a shopping or to-do list, it gives them an excuse to forget it and not commit it to memory. Sure, those are minuscule items, but why not try to remember them and give your memory a chance to work out? I remember back in the day when cell phones were scarce and the best way to talk was by land line. I remembered so many phone numbers back when I was a kid and to this day, I still remember a lot of them. Now with the whole cell wave, nobody needs to remember a number anymore except 911. What would happen if you lost your cell phone? How many numbers and whose would you remember? I would remember… my house, my sister, my daddy, NN (kind of), SB, he-I-shall-not-name, and a bunch of my childhood friends (if they’re still working, that is).
Anyway, the point is that this whole technology stuff is making it easier for us to forget things from digital cameras to online scrapbooks and photo albums to cell phones. What happened to the good ol’ days when all you had to do was look inside your head for the good days? Why bother going to your Facebook or Photobucket?
Bah.
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I still hate you. And if you could see me, I’m glaring at you right now, every time you read this line.
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