Rendezvous
03 April 09 : 12.36 AM
I wished my life played out like Scarlet's Walk. That sense of suddenly living ever so slightly, like being on the road, diaphanous, half-past midnight. Instead, I feel very Ashlee Simpson today. Not a good thing.
I ended up crying again today. Such an emotional wreck. And my hypocritical self laughs at them insecure girls. The boy told me that he didn't want to be in an emotional relationship, that he can't take the shit I'm giving him. Couple of hours later he calls me, amused, telling me that my dad called him just to laugh at him. Things just always somehow seem to wind up this way.
I keep thinking back to that night when we were in the car and Glenn Frey plays on the radio. I sat there quiet as always but for an instance it brought me back to one chilly August morning on the way home from supper/breakfast with the roomies. Just quiet. Unnervingly new. I kinda liked how that felt.
Except maybe, that night hanging out with Dale, Vicks, Alex and Nico. Late dinner with the couple after then taking a slow trip back home. Desmond was supposed to come over to hang out, but I didn't pick up his calls after. There was nothing on my head except maybe, I should watch more Sex and the City or Family Guy, or read Stoppard. I like it when my head's all diluted and spaced out.