þorsdagr

thursday is definitely one of my favourite days of the week. thursday is FJC night. once a week i get together with a handfull of my closest friends and we catch up with each other about our lives. if my life were a television show, this would be the opening and closing setting, whence each characters' weekly activities would be narrated.

i love my FJC. tonight was interesting to start. we had decided on a restaurant to which we've gone before and that we really liked. i got there at the 9 o'clock end of the 8:30-9:00 spectrum, but was only the second to arrive. at the door, however, i found eskje with her ipod in, shivering outside the newspapered windows of the para-revonation restaurant. frak. we decided on another pub in the area. i got us coffee to drink as we waited for the other two to arrive. tjaad got there next, and árn next. it was good to catch up on things.

i'm always a little surprised at the things we say to each other. it's not like any of us four keeps secrets for the other; in all actually we propably know too much about each other! ha. still, i'm impressed and find comfort in knowing that my friends trust me enough to open up about their lives, the way i do with them. fuzzy bunnies or something i know...

after a few pints and tastmazing soup (sooo underated) árn and i hit up the malemeatmarketstip for another drink or two. it had been a while since he'd been out to the show and dance. good times.

my good friend is with, but is still quite the attracting force on the sailors and such. happy for him i am, but cannot deny the feelings of pq pas moi?...quand est-il à mon tour?... it's not right for me to write of such things on such a public space, i know, but when one gets in to theirs this late at night and this not-sober, with a new blogentry open on the screen, one is rather tempted to spew out all that is on one's mind. restraint....rest.raint.

rant.

vent.

worry.

wonder.

at least there was some good tunes playing. danced danced.
thought of my list. those who've come before and gone since. they were good times. at least so they seemed. happy times. happier times.

again to feel the warmth on my face

to swim in the strong embrace

music to my eyes

thoughts of bygone tides

the day is done and another already begun. i should get to bed...my mess of a bed. morning is minutes away. frak. another day of smilinghiding. can't wait.

can't frakin' wait.

hic extraneus sum