Broken Up Speech = Inspiration. Screaming = Creepy...

I probably should have stuck with Oval... Instead, I thought I was in more of a Sigur Rós mood...

9 minutes & 47 seconds later...

Looking over my shoulder to make absolutely certain the screams are coming from my speakers.

So last night I had 10 people over. It was fun. We sat and watched "Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy." Pretty funny flick. One of the guys over was someone I actually played ball with years ago @ Norwood. Christie and Christina are always a treat to see. I like Christie especially when it is just the two of us or when we are in small company, but this does not change the fact that it was good to see her again.

If I spent anymore time with Christina, I could see myself easily becoming enamored with her. Granted, she is not the strongest-willed of girls, but she is so amazingly lovable and she has always been a good friend to me. Also, the fact that she has finally separated herself from Kahlil is a major plus... However, since during her time spent with him I did not have a firm grasp of all the facts, I cannot judge their relationship based on anymore than what had been told to me (But, again, since what was told to me was consistently stated by over 10 people, I cannot help but feel I was aware of more than enough to make my judgements). Nonetheless, I have known Christina for a long time and we have been extremely close for much of that time. This may be a reason why I could see myself becoming attracted to her. Similar to the way I was enfatuated with Nicole a while back (without even talking to the girl, no less), I find myself regressing to something that is not only familiar, but something to which my life has been deeply affected by...

...

Maybe its just because she is fucking GORGEOUS...

Maybe Jill is right... Maybe I am afraid. (Of course "Myrkur" would come on now...) But frankly, I have every right to be afraid of such things. It took me a long time to build up enough courage to do what I did with Ingrid. It nearly killed me to work myself up enough to tell Sonja how I felt. In both cases, I was kicked in the chest... No. I'm not going to gripe about those experiences simply because I don't have the right to complain about such trivial matters. What I will say is that I simply cannot understand why I can clearly see how fast time moves, and yet I am outwardly content with allowing it to move on ahead of me.

'Outwardly'... Hmm... That word came involuntarily out of my hands. Obviously since I am writing about it, I am bothered by it. However, I know that everyone I know thinks I am as lethargic as I seem. Funny, the few people I can think of that probably don't think that are Erin, Nicole, and Sonja...

What an odd little coincidence...

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