Saturday, October 22, 2011

I haven't been this happy, since before the whole FC thing blew up. Maybe this is what it means to move on? Five years today, really is the end of an era. But this feels good, this feels right, this is how it should be. I just hope the feeling sticks around.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

I changed my url, and blog name, and other stuff because it was time. Also people (one person actually, from Mississippi. I'm on to you) finding my blog by searching for 'this blog doesn't have name', every other day was kinnnnnda creepy. Also, you know, since I'm me, exciting since I've always wanted a stalker.

But whatever, lux in tenebris means light in darkness in Latin, which is what I'm looking for these days. A bitta light. And because I like to be pretentious.

Also, because I changed my url I don't think those who're already 'following' me will get any updates. You'll have to un-follow and re-follow. But hey, this way I'll learn how many of you actually bothered to read my crap.

K bai now.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I now know him as the guy who comes to smoke hash on my roof because he feels it's safer here then it is at his place. Less chances of getting caught see.

But he used to be my best friend, years and years ago, before I moved back here, officially. We used to run off and get french fries together, and play hide and seek, and sit on his grandfather's roof and make plans, lots and lots of plans. He used to stick up for me when the other kids made fun of me for wearing shorts, and he used to promise, at the end of every summer that he'd come visit me in America.

I wonder if he remembers that. When I wake up at two am to let him and my brother in, so the parents don't wake up, he lowers his eyes as he walks by, and I always wonder why. Doesn't he want to be friends anymore? Doesn't he want to make more plans? Doesn't he realize that it could be like that again?

But then again, it probably couldn't. It'd never be the same, the wild abandon we once had could never be achieved again. And that's okay. I think. Sometimes maybe, it's just better to let memories be memories.