Revisiting...

[July 27th, 2006: A Thursday]

Today was different; then again it seems that every day that passes me by seems to have something outrageous, unique or notable about it. Yet maybe it was what ensued today that makes it worth writing about. Perhaps I'm writing this to preserve something, perhaps it is to hold onto a memory that must be let go. I don't know anymore, but I'm writing anyways.

I started out the day slipping into something that I vowed never to do again. This vow took me four years to resolve, a few tears to begin, and merely 21 days to break. Weak? I guess I am. I cannot believe that what took that long to hold to perfection I let slip in a matter of moments. To those involved, I am sorry. And to God, to whom I made this vow... all I can ask for is forgiveness, and the chance to let me use your strength and not just mine.

I remember my scripture verse again. Psalm 139:23-24. Please let me not forget it this time. Please.

The rest of the day passed by well enough. I grabbed some lunch with AP and then headed to class with her. I had to also make a payment on Thanga's behalf, courtesy of eBay (yet again). So class passed. After class I helped AP clear out her entire room for the necessary emigration brought on by the end of summer school coupled with the apparent doubts of housing for the regular school year. That was somewhat fun. Time-consuming, but fun. Said a goodnight and goodbye for the weekend, and left.

I spent the rest of the night watching Domino, the movie that cast Keira Knightley in a rolse as a bounty hunter. It isn't a movie I'd recommend by any standards.

While watching the movie, however, SU began to converse with me. It really had been a long time since any conversation had passed between us, comparatively at least. In essence, it wasn't anything more than passing around a few jokes, inquiring about what was happening in the here-and-now, but it was still more than a month's worth. Yet... at the end, words were said that leave me wondering, even now, what they mean. Not who they came from, nor the emotions and life behind them but just... the words themselves I guess. I'll get to that in a bit.

It slipped into the morning of July 28th, a Friday, and, as per a request, I attemped to call off of a calling card. The card wouldn't let me... and that was cut short. I cursed the card all day long to no avail. But it was pointless.

Such was my rather different day.

For all you readers out there, I apologize for this post being overly cryptic. I guess its because it contains some stuff that I really can't state in open words on an openly-accessible website. If you want to know or care about anything in this post, just contact me and I'll tell you. Though for those involved, I'm sure you can follow along with most, if not all, of it.

Till next time.

Signing off,

Whispered Screams