So, here I stand once again.. Drowned in memories. For some reason I'm always brought back to this place. I don't know why or how, but it always happens. Too often for my liking, but nevertheless it happens.
Last night, I sat on the phone with my best mate for the longest time. We always go off a million tangents in one conversation, but for some reason, last night, was something that was needed. I cracked a joke about her and a fond memory of her from year 11. It was actually rather hilarious, and so to "get back at me" she opened her box of memories to do with me. She found letters, cards, post-it notes and so on, inside it. She then proceeded to read an absolutely embarrasing note I had written to her on a very very (at the time) horrible day. I had written all sorts of weird on that paper. And embarrasingly enough, the woman kept it, so she could take the mick, like she did last night! =P
It was so funny to see how we thought at the time, any small slip or anything slightly issueful, was the "worst" thing that could ever happen to us. At the time we thought that we were the maturest, most level-headed people around.. And thought that any event out of place, was just close to being torturous. May I add, we were completely the opposite. So extremely high-schoolish. I never thought of myself as one to be involved with such petty problems when I was in year 11, but those letters proved it. Oh dear lord, I was so incredibly pathetic! =|
We wrote to eachother letters in the most formal of vocabulary and they actually seemed really sophisticated. I'd share a letter with you all, but I think some things are better kept locked up, for safety and treasuring reasons.
Anyway, I realised yesterday how much I really miss all of that. Yeah, I was extremely silly and thought my life was one big mess, when in actual fact it was as straight as it could be. At the time nothing that was happening was worth laughing about even slightly, but now I actually had a stomach ache after literally falling off the bed in pure laughter! But yeah.. I miss that all so very much. Although I have to say how proud I am of myself to see how far I have come, since. Although I have a feeling that a couple of years from now, I'll be doing the same thing - only, I'd be laughing at my emails and chat logs and a couple of letters. It's the beauty of growing up, I guess.
That year though, 2005. Was the perfect year, till the summer ended and I came here, to London. I also realised how I never want to really share those memories I had with anyone, unless they were there with me. Hence, the vagueness of this entry.
In other news:
- My exams approach. Two days away to be precise, and I am not the least bit nervous or scared. I'm not even confident.. So that's strange.
That's about it from my exciting life.
1 comment:
Loves me...loves me not...loves me... love him...a man grabed your arse....
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA gotta love them memories. You should see the post-its. You scribbled in pure rage and actually crumpled the poor canary-yellow sticky note. Sigh.. the days where we thought we were "mature for our age" Dear god have mercy on our sad sad Byronic ways.
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