Let's play pretend
Aug. 1st, 2003 08:18 pmLet's just all pause for a moment and be entertained that Jonas dressed up as Robin, boy wonder, for San Fransisco's comic con this year: http://wallyontheweb.com/comic_con2003.htm. One thing you can never say about my friends is that they aren't entertaining.
I'm in a mood to talk about Nate, since I found a bunch of stuff from when he was in the newspaper, and his new album is going to be out soon. What I've come to realize is that my negative attitude towards relationships stems directly from the whole Nate fiasco. His one offhand comment five or so years ago--that he wanted me for my brain and Bethany for her body--has for too many years now made me feel like I have to prove him wrong. We only speak rarely now, and the fact that he regards me as the one that got away hasn't been enough. But this is silly and self-destructive and the last thing I need right now is further reason to want to tear myself down. I should be congratulating myself about it; the man was so beautiful he made my teeth hurt, so much so that people would stop and watch him walk down the street. This next album is going to be even more popular than the last, and my song is going to be on it. I've grown beyond him: he's a dick and I wouldn't take him back if he dragged his ass across the country to beg. I've been defining my sense of self by this boy, and it needs to stop.
Right. Um. Where do I start such a thing, exactly?
I'm in a mood to talk about Nate, since I found a bunch of stuff from when he was in the newspaper, and his new album is going to be out soon. What I've come to realize is that my negative attitude towards relationships stems directly from the whole Nate fiasco. His one offhand comment five or so years ago--that he wanted me for my brain and Bethany for her body--has for too many years now made me feel like I have to prove him wrong. We only speak rarely now, and the fact that he regards me as the one that got away hasn't been enough. But this is silly and self-destructive and the last thing I need right now is further reason to want to tear myself down. I should be congratulating myself about it; the man was so beautiful he made my teeth hurt, so much so that people would stop and watch him walk down the street. This next album is going to be even more popular than the last, and my song is going to be on it. I've grown beyond him: he's a dick and I wouldn't take him back if he dragged his ass across the country to beg. I've been defining my sense of self by this boy, and it needs to stop.
Right. Um. Where do I start such a thing, exactly?