it’s time
It’s past time for a cleanse.
Every now and then it ends up being late at night and I pause the Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings movie that I was trying to watch because I can’t focus on it. Thoughts get all jumbled and I need to let them out. This blog is usually where they end up, and even though the number of individuals actually reading these words will be slim, someway, somehow, it feels better knowing they’re here, to be read. Potentially.
It is HP6, tonight.
But really, the thing that’s got me all riled tonight is myself. Though this probably is not anything new, the sangria is forcing out thoughts that likely should have been said anyway. I was going through my Facebook profile pictures and deleting the ones I don’t like, and I realized how much fun high school was. Middle school is supposed to be about the worst part of your life, high school is supposed to seem hard at the time but amazing in retrospect. This is true. I feel that fun then was made, created, and just… enjoyed, but now it is induced, forced, and usually difficult to remember in the morning. (Remember hanging out during the day?)
Sometimes it just seems that things have stagnated and aren’t going anywhere fast. I find myself reminiscing more often than I used to, and that sort of scares me. Where am I going if all I can do is think about how awesome the past was? Could the future possibly live up to that?
I don’t have any answers, and the more I write seems to just raise more questions.
Let’s go play frisbee sometime, ya?
I miss you. You should come back.
I’ll be back for the concert. Bee tee dubs, it makes me very glad that you used “it’s” instead of “its” in your title. Just sayin’.
I love you, Putzi!! And have faith in the future.