it's been a while. you want a post, you got a post.

so how goes it?
alec and i are official now. he's keeping his promise. it doesn't feel like anything changed, really. i miss him, the usual.


i keep wondering if this is what i'm going to look back on when i'm thirty, forty, working my ass off trying to remember what my dream was in the first place. am i going to scoff at my fifteen year old self, spending friday nights at home alone and sleeping after coming home from school. am i going to remember the drudgery, or after a certain age do you just remember those little sparkling moments that make you feel so right? i'm not sure which one i'd really prefer.

on the plus side, my first hour + movies about the berlin wall are great for napping. i'd feel bad, but at the same time i almost feel righteous because i got to sleep due to my teacher being too lazy to even make us take notes.

there you go. tonight isn't a night for formulating words.