Heart's Crescendo

Talk about a long-butt absence.

Since last writing I have been through a numbing break-up, switched majors, and transferred from shoes to electronics. My life remains great and, as long as I avoid inspirational music, fairly uncomplicated.

I have one best friend, Joel, and a handful of good friends and acquaintances. I rarely go out with friends but spend considerable amounts of time out by myself or with my parents/grandparents. My friends are not really in the same boat as me at all anymore, so it would make it difficult to go out often. They do not buy things when they  go to the mall and do not appreciate any of the same things I do. They also only go out on Saturdays, when I am most usually working.

Since I broke up with Brandon in early September I have not so much as thought about liking anyone. Things are rather raw and ugly with my ex now, which is bizarre since neither of us spoke for two months afterward and are now trading barbed insults at a rate rarely seen by the average person. It is about a hundred times more painful now than it ever was then, and continues to be a briar in the garden of my life.

As long as I make sure not to let the music take me, I do pretty well. As soon as I decide to take a listen to anything deeper than High School Musical 3 fare, I get mysef into a mess of trouble. I start thinking about love lost and what it means to be me. Very sticky stuff.

Well, later on.