From June 21 Onward

*Sparkle, Shine*

July 10, 2002

         Now, the title of this entry may
suggest that I talked and everything was good
as gravy. This is untrue. We never had a
"talk".
         I know. I was gonna do it. I was
determined. But I woke up feeling too weak.
And the time I planned to talk had everyone
busy, so there wasn't a chance.
         Later that night, I could have talked to
her, but she was talking with everyone else,
and I didn't wanna make a big deal and
interrupt. Plus I'm a coward, but that's
besides the point.
         The fact is though, that, talk or no talk,
it may get better. Why? She acknowledged
my presence and didn't insult me (except
when I was playing the drums, but that's
different...She just doesn't like the drumset).
         It probably seems that I'm pathetically
holding on to every tiny little bit. I am.
Because every tiny little bit is all there is to
hold onto. And if things do get back even
close to our old friendship, I will treasure and
hold it closer than I did before, if that's
possible. I don't want anything to happen like
this ever again.
         Of course, that's a big if. And I may be
just getting my hopes up. But from where my
hopes were before, "up" isn't very high
anyway.
         And now, the traditional (yeah right)
recommended listening: Metalhead by
Brak from Space Ghost! Weird, I know. Well,
til next time...

~ Dris ~