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the barffest continues...my appendix came out in german class today
Today must be a day for reminiscing. I was practicing and suddenly lost all capacity for concentration in favor of remembering Shakespeare...and M+B (and boxpapers)...and CandyRama whenever I liked...seeing Sara for the first time when she was waving her arms around, half-crouched over and yelling "peachy weachy peachy"...and then dinnertime conversation turned to Berlin and it was crazy. It seems impossible that 2001 was so long ago, and that I was only twelve. My sister is twelve, and she is quite unpleasant. That means that I haven't seen Kenzie or Kate or Kylie or Amy in nearly two years; yet I can remember their faces just as well as I can think about Mara or Cory or that little Chinese kid in my theory class. If they showed up at my door, I wouldn't be so surprised.
Okay. Actually I would.
Much less can I imagine that they, too, are now 15, and not 12 or 13 (or 8, in Kate's case.) I suppose it is always easier to remember things the way they were; imagining the six of us in a room together now with little to say is a painful thought. I hate that relationships of any sort have even the possibility of disintegration into only a facade to cover subconscious near-indifference.
Snowbank=a bank of snow.
Got tickets for Cory's show and simultaneously used the phone. I amaze myself.
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