I think I made a diary entry that didn’t make it due to some messing around with mail settings on my local machine, so I’ll make a summary. Brian came into Seattle on Friday night and I picked him up; then we hung out with Susie and David. It wasn’t bad, we ate Mexican food and then went to a bar. I really dislike going to bars though – stinky, loud, and typically boring.
here are the lyrics from a country song i’m listening too: we’re tied to our memories, they won’t let us stray. we’re not going to lose ones we made yesterday. we look to our future and we make all our plans as if we control what is out of our hands. the world keeps on turning, i’m learning to see. right where i am is where i have to be. you can’t count the pages, all ages hear the call – no matter how hard we try, life gets away from us all.
perhaps my original thoughts about how Eriko was feeling were more correct; she wanted me to guess which of my friends she didn’t like and I guessed Tae and David – bam, nail on the head. the truth is, i’m comfortable with her not liking some of my friends. it is actually a great thing, although i cannot explain why i think so. despite the multitude of my bitches, i am very grateful that Eriko and I are apart from each other.
my critical analysis of loved ones and myself has led me to believe that i am a little down. i think i have a tendency to try and figure out who or what in my life is causing my discomfort when in reality that discomfort is coming from inside. indeed.
