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Wishing 2oo8 a sweet fairwell
A bunch of questions referring to 2008 ( Read more... ) -
I must be doing something wrong
There's this guy in my Spanish class that I think I could come to like if he ever showed any interest in me. After spending four of the seven days of the week in the summer with me for two weeks I decided to make a move. I found out that we both liked soccer and both had friends who were involved in USA cup. So, I gave him my number and he said ( Read more... ) -
Is it all spiraling down?
Devin's been on my mind lately. For the last couple weeks I've been really cold, emotionless, distant and it wasn't until recently that I realized why. At first I thought it was because of college, and maybe it's partly due to that, but not entirely. I feel like my emotions are waiting for something. I feel as though life is continuing to play out ( Read more... ) -
Farewell two thousand seven
A bunch of questions referring to 2007 ( Read more... ) -
Release
My last entry, though entitled 'Enlightenment' was not especially enlightening. In fact it was sad and depressing. However, since then a lot has changed. While I haven't forgotten Devin (likely I'll never forget him) I've finally let him and that whole nasty experience go; it's returned to the past where it and most of my other problems belong. ( Read more... ) -
enlightenment-in a way
It's his fifteenth birthday today. I had forgotten. My subconsious had not. I knew there was a reason. Of course, I was busy thinking about him all day today. It didn't help any that Zack asked about him. He hadn't heard the story. I didn't want to tell it. I've always been nervous around him and his brothers, well his parents more, actually, since ( Read more... ) -
Dreams
I dreamed of him last night. My one disaster story. I dreamed about him twice, in fact. One was pleasant. I don't exactly remember it, just that, well, it was nice. There was no tension. No problems. It was like it used to be. But then, maybe my subconscious didn't want be becoming overly hopeful or something, for the next dream was bad. I was ( Read more... ) -
I feel naïve.
I am in love with a figment of my imagination, a person who showed up in my dreams last night introducing himself as my boyfriend. My dreams, while usually happy, were last night, well, normally happy. There was no magic in this dream. I was not hiding some great secret from the world. Everything about this dream was possible, which maybe is part ( Read more... ) -
Guilty pleasure
I feel almost guilty saying this, but my life is really working out for me, kinda suddenly too. About a month ago I met this guy (no not that kind of guy) named Pat, called Chef by his co-workers because he works in the kitchen at the Hyatt Hotel downtown. I first heard of him from my co-worker Jeane who knows him from working at Schatzlein. Jeane ( Read more... ) -
Hope
Something amazing happened today: I got a MySpace message from Cheylia Ritacco, the sister of my once love, Anthony-Tony. It's been four years? five? since last I spoke to any of them. Four years, I think since the day I made that call and the strange voice of a daunting woman answered the phone to say, no, Tony's not here. That was the last time I ( Read more... )