.:it's 11:27:.
so i'm looking at the clock and it's 11:27. and i'm going to bed. school has been going on for too long.

now what could be better than five hot gay men in black suits?
...possibly five hot straight men in black suits ... gotta love my queer eyes

.:old friends:.

old friends never really leave the heart. sure, we might never speak with that best friend from third grade, or seventh grade, or senior year, or even from a great summer. but that friendship doesn't ever really die. it still lingers in the backdrop, an unobtrusive, yet everpresent reminder of an old friend. is it bad that the flame of a friendship slowly fades? i don't think this is a question of ethics, but i don't think it is bad. it might be a bit sad, but people change and grow. but sometimes nothing puts a smile on a face or a warmth in the heart like a rekindling of old friendships. i just spoke with an old friend, one with whom i haven't spoken in probably a year, maybe less. so much has changed but it was not all change for the worse. she and her husband finally bought a house, and she's expecting! and she's due around my birthday. to hear her voice, so familiar yet so much like a ghost from the past. a ghost that never leaves, and always stays a bit within the heart or mind. i have friends with whom i have not spoken in months or years, but i do not feel quite so disconnected. that is until of course we talk and i realize just how different we have become.

from the ipod: "sound of silence" by simon and garfunkel
art: oedipus by sophocles
something to think about: does fate decide what we do? or is it a bystander with an bird's eye view?