Remember that time I used to blog? I sure do. Weren't those glorious times of a faux emo disposition that I shoved in the faces of non-existant readers?
I suppose the best part of starting up a new blog -- or reviving an old one -- is that no one is going to read it and therefore I can say whatever I want. Not that I don't want people to know what I'm thinking. I guess I just want to say things publicly regardless of whether or not anyone's listening.
It's the middle of my junior year and all is well. I find that my social life is practically non-existant this year and I'm still not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing. I don't really have "friends" so to speak anymore. I have people I know from high school, people I live with, and people whom I know but only hang out with when we're forced into the same room or arrive there by happenstance. I feel like most the time, however, I'm not so desperate to have a huge group of friends. I really miss hanging out with people and, of course, sorely miss the days of going down to Wizzo 403 every Friday and Saturday night. And I miss Connor and Tyson and all those who've graduated and moved on. But I think if this were last year I would be all depressed about it and whining out the wazoo in this blog entry. But I'm really not that upset about it.
The reason for my lack of depression is undoubtedly my continuously blossoming relationship with Courtney. She makes me ecstatic. It's kind of funny to watch movies and TV shows (Chick Flicks) where people talk about love and romance as being this miraculous uncomparable, undescribable emotion. I used to watch those shows and think that the writers were being overly poetic, trying to liken their own explanation of love to that of Shakespeare or Shaw. I mean, who doesn't want to feel something that causes everything bad or solemn in your life to suddenly disappear? It seems hyperbolized. It seems naive. It seems overly idealistic or optimistic. Yet, I really think that Courtney has been unearthing these feelings. She makes other people seem unimportant. She makes my life more poetic.
Man, I'm going to look back on that last paragraph and want to cut it before I seem like a sap. Meh, I'll leave it there because nobody's going to read it.
