Vernacular

A few months ago, when it was still winter, I walked out to the middle of the pond in the middle of the night. It was the first time I had ever seen a frozen pond. We don't get things like that down in Georgia.


So, I sat on the pond and had my nighttime thoughts out in the cold instead of underneath my usual warm, cozy comforter.

The next day, I was telling my friend back home about my little outing. I told him about how relaxing it was, and I described the whole thing as "beautiful".
To that, he responded, "I don't use words like that anymore. I don't know that I ever did."


Proof among many: I have turned into such a tool.

iTouch

I've decided to start a blog to keep in touch with my best friend from home. I feel like Facebook is impersonal, and this provides a more intimate update on her life.

Granted, all I'm actually doing is trying to make it seem like internet stalking is okay.



It's weird because she and I hate best friends. The whole concept is annoying, filled with giggles and inside jokes- not to mention catty back stabbing. What worries me more is that I've been away for a long time, and I'm not sure whether or not the term is appropriate to begin with. I hope it is, but I'm not familiar with the specific protocol. I guess that's why I clarified with "from home".


I love her dearly.