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Misunderstood

"She's not crazy just a little misunderstood."-BTE

Thursday, February 19, 2004

What exactly is "debt cosolidation with a Christian perspective" supposed to mean?? Jesus is going to help me crawl out of my debt-filled hell of existence? Good Lord, I love spam mail sometimes.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Bella lost her first tooth tonight!!! Cats lose teeth, right?? :P Kate and I are such proud parents:)

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Diagnosis: excessive blogging

2 of x part series

Why do we let people go? Why do we let ourselves go? I've been asking myself this question recently, and I've yet to find a concrete conclusion. I suppose it's different for every situation. It's interesting to me to recollect and analyze past scenarios of my own life in which the said phenomenon has occurred. Compared to present scenarios of my life, the factors of the situation come out quite differently for the most part.

My deduction? We get lazy. It's not that we don't appreciate the person any longer (well, maybe we don't) but I feel more or less it's the general lack of effort. Like once we get into the routine of letting people go, it's just easier to keep moving ahead without them, rather than backtrack to pick them back up. Which further blurries my initial question with the regard to someone who is more so than just a casual friend. Hey, I do it, you do it. But I ask why. Survey says?....lazy. Geesh, no wonder why some cultures hate us. We do kinda suck sometimes. Talk amongst yourselves.
Bella likes the Britney song "Not a girl, not yet a woman." I guess it's because she is indeed, not a girl, not yet a woman.

Sunday, February 15, 2004

My life is so interesting

On Valentines night, Bob and I embarked on our ice skating escapade (or "icecapade" if you will :P) of the night. After searching for the entrance to the rink for about a half hour, our efforts were rewarded with the lady at the desk turning us away because skating was over in a half hour and would resume in 1 hour. So we walked around downtown for awhile, got some fresh air, got mad at each other, made up, and eventually made our way back to the rink to watch a league hockey game for the remaining time left until we could skate. The last time I had attended a live hockey game (professional or otherwise), I was in grade school, so this was fun for me (my team managed to score 4 points in the 1st period!). After the first period was over, we proceeded to finally lace up our skates and step onto the ice. Good lord I hadn't been skating in a looooong time. But as the old adage goes, it was just like riding a bike in that you never forget how, and about an hour and a half of ice skating commenced thereafter. I had such a great time, it was so much fun!

Throughout the duration of skating, memories of myself, Kate, Sarah Sparks, and her little brothers flashed through my mind. I had forgotten how much fun we used to have together in the old days, and I long for those times again. They say true friendship spans the years and lives on in people, but is that really true? I haven't talked to Sarah in about 3 years, nor hung out with her in about 4. But I did and still do consider her a friend. I realize we've both gone our separate ways in life, and that the goings-on of our individual lives somewhat inhibit us from hanging out and spending time together, but that doesn't prevent me from feeling some regret about the part I played and continue to play in our lapsed friendship. Now, my friendship with Kate has truly spanned the years and we remain great friends (and roommates) to this day. But I owe some of that to the outcome of the paths of our lives converging here and there. What happens when our paths finally diverge here in the next year? I can only hope that both Kate and myself will actually put forth real effort to stay close in friendship, which I know we will do.

I didn't mean to make the above thought about any specific person from my life, I just got to thinking about a few people that I used to be so close to who now I have no clue where they're at or what they're doing. Such is life, I realize, but the ache is still there.