IB

I had forgotten how much I love my friends from high school. Talk about an eclectic bunch. They all come from different backgrounds, yet they are all extremely intelligent. They all have an extremely unique sense of humor that everybody else finds hilarious. I love them all; especially Lauren. She's one of those people who I'm never going to be able to get rid of, and that's fine by me.

Completely off-topic: My poetry has been slacking pretty hard-core recently. I'm going to try and finish the mountain of unfinished work so I have something to show for the incredible amount of time I spend not doing homework when I should be. Great night. Cheers.

Blinded

When I was in a melancholy stupor, I began digging through old love notes and stuff, etc. I happened to run into the lyrics of this Third Eye Blind song printed on a tattered piece of computer paper. The afternoon I got them flew back into my head, it was kind of ridiculous, but I just wanted to share the song with you because it's a fantastic song, regardless of the ties it has to my romantic past. Third Eye Blind is and probably always will be my favorite band, love them to death. So here's that song, in an acoustic version the band did for AOL. Enjoy.

Interesting Evening

So after sulking in the past for an hour or so, I called my friend and she cheered me up significantly. No sooner than after sitting down at my computer after hanging up with her, the object of my previous lamentations pops up on my IM window on facebook. Should I respond?....Oh who the hell am I kidding, I replied right away. The following conversation between myself and the person who I firmly believed wanted nothing to do with me was interesting. It consisted mainly of us talking about the past and how things ended up working out. She's still under my skin; it's ridiculous.
Maybe a friendship will bloom out of the solid concrete.

Maybe she'll get crabs and stay home.

So like it has been for the last year and I think the year before that, there shall be a gathering of all the old IB and some AP kids from high school, in order to celebrate Thanksgiving. Last year was great, I definitely enjoyed myself. This year may be slightly more stressful. My ex-girlfriend/muse (on those nostalgic days) is planning on attending...which means me thinking more about her than enjoying myself. I don't know what it is about her, but her presence in the room alone can be intoxicating.
I attempted to coax the thrower of the party (my old amazing friend for life, Lauren) to un-invite Danielle, but that's a rather ridiculous idea.
So I'm just going to have to go in there with a straight head. I haven't spoken to her since the last time on the phone when I explicitly told her I was done chasing her if she wasn't going to display any sort of reciprocation. She never contacted me ever again, surprisingly, well, not really. Wish me luck.

Obama, Prop. 8.

The election frenzy has finally come to a close.
I was getting very tired of the ads on tv.
So I think everybody knew Obama was going to win, even John McCain knew it.
There was just not enough support for McCain.
Strangely enough, in probably the second most liberal state in the union, the ban on gay marriage passed. I couldn't believe it.
I suppose it's just a matter of time until that gets brought up again and goes the right way. I guess we're not as democratic as we think we are, either that or the American public is just not collectively ready for such open sexual deviance from their norm. While I think a lot of people want to support gay marriage, it goes against that religious and political conditioning they've had for so long.
Guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens.