From patterns your parents designed
All the party people dancing for the indie star
But he's the worst faker by far
But in the set, I forget all of the beauty's wasted" -Of Montreal, Gronlandic Edit
I hate how long it takes me to write entries these days. My entries all become summaries of everything that has happened. So I'll make it brief, and then spend time talking about Pat (because the world must ever revolve around him). :)
Scott and I will have been together one year this September. We've still only had one fight, and it was caused by a drunk girl at a party (the fight only lasted at most two hours, and it didn't get out of hand at all). He's still wonderful and everything I've called him in the past. And I don't think it's really a secret to anyone, but if he proposed, and I think he only hasn't because he's worried about money and job stuff, I would say yes in a second. I can easily see myself spending the rest of my life with him, and he think he feels the same way.
He said last night it all seems too good to be true. I told him he can be a skeptic all he wants, but I'm still here. He said he hadn't thought of it that way.
Meanwhile, my sister told me last night she's getting married. Yes, my little sister, who started school before me and has held a job longer than any of my jobs, and who started dressing like a fucking adult before me, is getting married, before me. :) I sound bitter, but I'm really not. She's jumping into things very quickly (they've been together for three months, and they're getting married in 11 weeks), and I'm only not engaged yet because I want to be independent financially first.
Here's a picture of Jenny and Kevin:
And this is one of me and Scott at the first annual Zombie Crawl in downtown burque. I found it while rooting around for the one of Jenny and Kevin, and enjoy it so much I wanted to post it.
Sooo...
Actually, I have a doctor's appt I have to hurry to. I'll come back later and talk about Pat a whole bunch until we're all sick of his elitist ways. :)
2 comments:
Wow! I haven't heard from you in a while. I want to go to next years Zombie Crawl, so let me know! I might get a gang together and we can be from the big TX.
Good to know you're alive and kicking.
Do you find it odd now, looking back on all the years we've had together or separate, how it seems that we always have those feelings more than we should? Or more than anyone else? Surely, you think, there are others out there who feel our pain; who feels our suffering like you and I?
What comfort we could have found in that shack we had built with our own hands! It's poor construct seemed to radiate more warmth for our shattered hearts than the real world, and yet, it never lasted long enough for us to find the perfect amount of escape: the kind of time we need to heal ourselves of our injuries.
Someone has commented more than once recently on how I am the most bitter person he knows... He was always so shocked when he said it, and it surprised even me, that he had never noticed before. Is it circumstance that breeds within us the inability to love with the innocence of youth?
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