February 4, 2011

  • All of me

    I'm not always like D:< I swear! That's just for Xanga sorry :P I can become a more cheerful blogger! This is probably just a phase.

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    A girls' night out with [Miley], [Cafe] and [Mint] consists of dressing up, making up, camwhoring, and spending a month' worth of lunch money on so-called fancy food that I don't particularly enjoy because it's never vegan. When I go out with Blenz, Mermaids or Shark we eat affordable, home-style, organic veggie food in hipster, boho restaurants and I wear whatever the hell is comfortable (dorky wool hats and all). Instead of making faces at a camera, we actually have conversations that aren't only about boys.

    I'm so grateful to have them. I never thought I'd have people with whom I could be myself.  

    I don't mean this to be a rant. I know the price of friendship maintenance is different from friend to friend and I make that sacrifice because we have that high school history. But it makes me realize how much I've changed since then. I've done a near 180 from the outgoing, optimistic girl who just wanted to make everybody smile. I knew that shitty stuff happened in the world, but let someone else take care of that. I only wanted to live quietly and to have a radio show about local jazz and to create an escapist world of music and art. 

     

    I remember running on the field with a frisbee for every day of those five years, and now Trumon is about to do the same. I'm definitely living through him more than just a little. 

    Trumon was at practice the other day and he told me about the bad curve that he had thrown. Apparently Lime had been there, back for a visit after having always been away from Vancouver.

    "You mean for the 5 years I've been gone you haven't gotten any better?" said the older boy to my brother.

    "Hey! I only started playing seriously last year."

    "Fine, you haven't gotten better in these two years then? :P "

    I remember seeing 17-year old Lime walking hand-in-hand with a 7-year old Trumon and ever since I've secretly wished for the two to become friends. I smiled at the story and I could hear the words coming from Lime himself. It's the closest we'll ever be to being friends again.

    I remember that voice and grin, such audacious laughter coming from someone so lost and introverted. It made me feel warm to know that some things never change.