Then again, as often as I considered blogging, I realized that it was pointless.
I haven't been doing anything exciting, and most of my future blogs will be about what I'm doing down in LP-MEX, so I guess I've been sorta waiting on that to settle.
Usually doing stuff, leads to good writing.
Remaining stagnant... well, keeps you stagnant.
What I fear however, can be explained lyrically:
I am back.
Back in town.
And everything has changed.
I feel, feel let down.
The faces stay the same.
I see, see shadows of who we used to be.
When I drive, drive so slow through this memory...
It's a Yellowcard song, called "Shadows and Regrets."
Unfortunately, it may be my theme song to summer '09.
I keep having this same reoccuring dream.
He's there, but it's not him.
I haven't seen him in my dreams for several months, but then again, I do.
I see him, but it's not him.
I know it's him, but it doesn't look like him.
Not quite sure what that means, but the dreams are scary as fuck.
Anyway, I leave next Wednesday.
Can't breathe when I think about it...
More to come on that subject later, I don't want to think about it for the time being.
On a lighter note, I went to the soccer game a couple days ago with Juan.
Fucking amazing.
Mexico demolished Venezuela 4-0, and I was there to witness with my own two eyes.
Sort of a recompense for Spain losing to the fucking U.S.
WHAT THE FUCK.
Anyway, the days have been going by pretty fast and keeping myself occupied helps.
It helps a lot.
