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[Jan. 5th, 2006|03:27 am]
Brendan
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so home.
last night was exactly as it always was.
daveed ilana and i were up til 3 am doing nothing but talking in the car parked in front of daveed's house.
it was so weird how nothing seemed to have change, but in reality everything has changed.
i know for a fact that i am so different then i was, or atleast i feel so different.
it could be, however, that everyone else is different, but i think not.
i was thinking... when i asked people to write histories about me for my art? history? project, kelsey wrote, and i quote: "His dad died this summer, which was horrible, but i guess in a way closed a chapter to his life and let him start a new one with college." i think she hit it right on the head. if there was ever a perfect time for anything like that to happen, it was right when it did. right before college. it really did close a chapter in my life. i think i'm a really different person then i was before that happened. actually, the difference that i feel may not be apparent to some of you out there in cyber space, but i think it exists.
anyways, i feel like i'm ready to go back to school. i, however, have not been able to see everyone who i'd like to see.
changing subjects real quick: can we discuss cold stone creamery incorporated for a few moments.
it smells like meat and bleach now. not icecream or waffle cones. i feel like cold stone has changed more then anything else, even more then me.
this may sound really retarded, but i grew up with that place. you know. the past two and a half years of my life have been filled with the constant sound of myself yelling those retarded songs at the top of my lungs and the smell of waffle cones as some old man complains about the price of icecream nowadays or as the same lady comes in for her banana icecream with raspberries and almonds. wtf, i still remember that. like it was always really weird to me that she came in every day adn got the same thing. she wasn't even fat.
we can go on and on with people's orders. like that man who came in and would always get a large cake batter with m&ms and almonds and i gave his mom the breast cancer bracelet. or that one man who always smelled like smoke and would get a quart of chocolate with four brownies, but then he started ordering other things and we thought he got a girlfriend. but he was a felon, or something. there are so many
but like, i really feel that coldstone has gone. jenn's not there anymore. all there is is steve, and he changed the caramel can doorstop for a rock. aw i miss everything about the old coldstone.
i don't know if any of these thoughts are really making sense to anyone. but whatevs. |
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