Drifting

It's strange how quickly and subtly someone can float out of your life. One minute they're with you, holding your hand, or by your side, or just being there, with you. The next, they creep away slowly, the way a shadow does approaching noon. Finally, they disappear completely. At first you'll miss them. You'll cling to the memories of their existence woven with yours. But soon, you'll let them go. You will move on, you will overcome the fact that they were ever a part of your life. And you may not know right away. But one day you will, and it will hit you hard. But you'll be able to overcome that, too.

I am listening to Billy Joel.
And So It Goes is a good song.

Meaningless Update.

I don't remember the last time I blogged. I'm currently listening to Daft Punk, Alive 2007. So far, I can't even think of words to describe this album, except for the fact that I'm incredibly happy to have it in my possession.
I was inducted into French Honors Society last week. But maybe I told you that. Other than that, I haven't really done much. I went to the mall with Taylor last night. It was pretty fun, I must say.
Other than that, everything's been more or less the same as always. I feel like for now, life's just on autopilot, and I'm just waiting for there to be a bump in the road so I can take the wheel. Coasting is nice for a little while, but I'm getting bored. I wish something exciting would happen, just for once.

One day, we will be our parents age. I'll be forty one day. And one day, everyone we know won't be here. And the people we know right now, we won't know them forever. Like one day I won't be having these conversations with Taylor and the friends I have right now because eventually, we'll grow apart. And there's nothing I can do about it. So I think I just need to enjoy the time I have. I want to be with people, all the time. No more of this alone business.

I'm Addicted To You.

It's four o'clock in the morning. I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep. I have this wretched case of heartburn and I don't know why. My esophagus is on fire. It's like I'm about to throw up. Gross, I know. I'm sorry for subjecting you to this.
So I've been thinking about words. I feel like we overuse them. They're starting to mean less and less. So when I say that I want to cry from this heartburn, you don't understand. My eyes are literally filling with tears.
I'm never eating anything with any kind of remote flavor again.

I can't remember the last time I posted, but I feel as though I should, despite the fact I have nothing to write about.

I have poison ivy for the first time in my life. It's wretched.
I'm tired. Like really tired.
I'm listening to The Runaways. Can I go back to the Seventies and be best friends with Joan Jett and Cherie Currie? Please?
Things are boring. Party later. I have yet to make a card >_<

Nothing of consequence has occured recently. FHS induction today. That's it.