i will rise up
I talked with Imogen earlier. Hadn't spoken to her in like...I don't even know, but a long time. It was great. I've missed her a lot, and I hope we can strike up some of that old spark that had us talking to each other every day for two years.
Chatting with her made me realize how much I miss Jenny and Seb. We used to have such awesome, hilarious conversations. Of course, Seb and I usually ended up either trying to out-perve each other, or discussing the nihilism that plagues our lives.
In NK earlier today, S., J. and I were writing in each other's notebooks when we should've been researching minerals and stones and shit, and our teacher came up behind us and read aloud what I'd written in J.'s book: "Eric & Godric, Nathan & Peter" etc etc, and then he said, "Det är ju bara pojkar som gillar pojkar" only he didn't say it in a demeaning, or homophobic, or disgusted, or anything way...more like, surprised that we were into that kinda thing? I don't even know. Anyway, he asked if they were our favorites (and I'm suddenly struck with the image of him browsing the web for some good slash to read, omg), and J said that they were my favorites, and I smirked and when he went away I actually headdesked, because omfg that did not just happen. "I think she died," S. said to J., who of course agreed, and I was shaking with badly suppressed laughter. Fuck.
God, I don't even know. These things are just not suppose to happen. Shit.
And some pics, because Eric and Godric are the most beautiful thing to ever grace HBO.
Chatting with her made me realize how much I miss Jenny and Seb. We used to have such awesome, hilarious conversations. Of course, Seb and I usually ended up either trying to out-perve each other, or discussing the nihilism that plagues our lives.
In NK earlier today, S., J. and I were writing in each other's notebooks when we should've been researching minerals and stones and shit, and our teacher came up behind us and read aloud what I'd written in J.'s book: "Eric & Godric, Nathan & Peter" etc etc, and then he said, "Det är ju bara pojkar som gillar pojkar" only he didn't say it in a demeaning, or homophobic, or disgusted, or anything way...more like, surprised that we were into that kinda thing? I don't even know. Anyway, he asked if they were our favorites (and I'm suddenly struck with the image of him browsing the web for some good slash to read, omg), and J said that they were my favorites, and I smirked and when he went away I actually headdesked, because omfg that did not just happen. "I think she died," S. said to J., who of course agreed, and I was shaking with badly suppressed laughter. Fuck.
God, I don't even know. These things are just not suppose to happen. Shit.
And some pics, because Eric and Godric are the most beautiful thing to ever grace HBO.
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