The Pride and the PastLives

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So I whent to a certain giant bookstore that not everyone likes, and i walked around. I've almost filled up my old journal, the one i've had for years, since before Pittsburgh and Certain October Weekends, theres only five pages left in it. So i finally just whent out and bought another one. Exiting. The thing about being one of my posessions is that you will probably fall apart with loving overuse. and with that in mind, i bought a journal that, hopefully, will fall apart gracefully after the next couple of years.

I also, in my foolishness which i shall elaborate upon in mere moments, bought Pride and Prejudice yesterday. Apparently, every single girl anywhere has read this book or seen the movies based on it. I've been doing a little secret quiz when i talk to girls to see how many of 'em have, and so far it is true. Every girl has seen or read it. And no one told me that I was supposed to at all. It's very frusterating. All the girls I know that have read it tell me, without hesitation, to read the book first before the movie. all the girls that tell me to see the movie haven't read the book. Ergo.

So, as a response to all the girls around me not telling me that i need to know this thing, i will read the book first and laugh at all the girls who have only watched the movie. And that's why i am foolish.

And very funny.

Lyrical revenge or something stupid like that.

Anyway, I'm sitting here in Amanda's house on a sunday morning in February. Andrew and I slept here last night. For those of you who don't know them, they are pictured up a'top for your convenience!! ^

I was out cold on the floor by three.


Lately in consideration: The topic at hand, which differs greatly from sleeping, but not so much with books and girlfriends of guyfriends, has been something of a ghost from the past lately. And the last couple weeks i've caught myself in the middle of random unexpected long walks in stranger places, old comfortable places that I forgot to miss the last year and a half, then snap back out of old memories to find that i'm not really where I thought i was. I'm right here. Not back there. With her. Theres gulfs of emptyness that i've been filling up with worthless fantasies. And i dont often call fantasy worthless. By worthless i mean not getting me anywhere. Not to health, not to reconciliation, not to moving on. None of those things. Just wondering why, what happened? Where've we gone to... what the hell is going on...

and now some of me that you didn't know about:

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Quality Time.

Complete set of results

Physical Touch:		10
Quality Time:		9
Acts of Service:		6
Words of Affirmation:		3
Receiving Gifts:		1

Information

Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

Take the quiz








I once heard someone say,
"These drives home just get so long..."
and the Tank rolls on...





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