Friends. Lianna. Mel. Cheryl. Connections.
Jan. 8th, 2004 08:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelakI chatted with Lianna last night, for quite some time. That was nice. We discussed our progressive issues and problems of the year before now. It’s been forever since I had the chance to talk to her online. And it all began in 8th grade with lots of chatting with Lianna. And of course, we can’t forget the ever interesting ways of fate and the universe. I can barely remember, but Lianna remembers being sat in Science class next to a talkative individual who went by the name of Karen, who did not give heed to Lianna’s short and shy remarks.
When the science teacher asked for “homework buddies,” or people sitting next to each other to exchange phone numbers, we shrugged and exchanged them. Of course, who ever actually uses that system? Certainly not us. Regardless. Memories of 5, nearly 6 years ago when I first met her.
And the peculiar realization only recently of mine, that Cheryl much reminds us [Lianna and I] both of the energies that Mel once had in my life. The same sort of cheerful-ditzy-smart underneath it all-obsessed with grades sort of lady. And not only that, but the same element came into play in regards to both of their parental financial status. Sometimes, when I look at Cheryl I wonder if part of that energy IS Mel because it is so peculiarly similar. But in a completely different way.
Needless to say, it took some time with Mel, also, to become close with her. It took me about a year to really get close to Cheryl… they’re both absurdly slim, dark haired, dark eyed. Cheryl, albeit, slightly taller than Mel. Neh.
Just talking about Mel makes me want to call her. To invite her over, to have coffee with her, or something. The year of 2004 will not be so much about career this year, as was 2003, but friends. I can see this already. Hopefully 2005 will be about schooling again, but one can never tell.
And, luckily, with Mel there are no pressures or complicated anger or angst, pain, or circumstance with her. It was merely that she hurt me in a slight advance, and that all of my friends at the time had been in some way, slicing my heart into shreds… so I had no patience – and for that, I cast her aside in anger of everyone, when her mistake, in all actuality, was quite forgivable. I just wasn’t in the mood for forgiving. Someone else had pushed me too far.
As the snow melts, I will be glad. Tiger mountain calls my name.
-Angela
When the science teacher asked for “homework buddies,” or people sitting next to each other to exchange phone numbers, we shrugged and exchanged them. Of course, who ever actually uses that system? Certainly not us. Regardless. Memories of 5, nearly 6 years ago when I first met her.
And the peculiar realization only recently of mine, that Cheryl much reminds us [Lianna and I] both of the energies that Mel once had in my life. The same sort of cheerful-ditzy-smart underneath it all-obsessed with grades sort of lady. And not only that, but the same element came into play in regards to both of their parental financial status. Sometimes, when I look at Cheryl I wonder if part of that energy IS Mel because it is so peculiarly similar. But in a completely different way.
Needless to say, it took some time with Mel, also, to become close with her. It took me about a year to really get close to Cheryl… they’re both absurdly slim, dark haired, dark eyed. Cheryl, albeit, slightly taller than Mel. Neh.
Just talking about Mel makes me want to call her. To invite her over, to have coffee with her, or something. The year of 2004 will not be so much about career this year, as was 2003, but friends. I can see this already. Hopefully 2005 will be about schooling again, but one can never tell.
And, luckily, with Mel there are no pressures or complicated anger or angst, pain, or circumstance with her. It was merely that she hurt me in a slight advance, and that all of my friends at the time had been in some way, slicing my heart into shreds… so I had no patience – and for that, I cast her aside in anger of everyone, when her mistake, in all actuality, was quite forgivable. I just wasn’t in the mood for forgiving. Someone else had pushed me too far.
As the snow melts, I will be glad. Tiger mountain calls my name.
-Angela
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Date: 2004-01-08 10:12 am (UTC)Good luck getting back in contact with Mel!
2005..whoa..the year I graduate HS. scary yet awesome..
I do it a lot
Date: 2004-01-08 12:12 pm (UTC)-Angela
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Date: 2004-01-08 01:45 pm (UTC)