User: flying_berryman Date: 2009-12-17 03:25 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public Music: Jens

Just another brief post here. I wanted to make a quick note about how much I like my sister Rachel's boyfriend Nick. He's pretty much the most fantastic person ever! I was somewhat intimidated when I first met him a few nights ago, because he's this high-powered journalist and incredibly intelligent, and I ended up worrying about what sort of impression I was making too much to really talk that much. But tonight after going to a Lissy Trullie concert with my sister, we met up in a bar and now I just adore the guy. His running commentary on the people around us was nothing short of delightful, his spontaneous animal metaphors are amazing, and our exchanges about Rachel were incredibly endearing. The quiet sincerity of his fondness for her, eep, I don't even have the time to explain it! I've liked a lot of her past boyfriends, but observing their happy little interactions gave me a rare sort of joy.

Alright LJ, well it's time for me to head out for another late night meeting. Happy holidays, and I hope you're all coping with your exams swimmingly and look forward to seeing a lot of you over break!

Signing out now.

User: flying_berryman Date: 2009-12-11 04:33 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public Mood: indescribable Music: Romans 10: 9, by the Mountain Goats

There are things I don't ever want to forget.

After having a wild, dizzyingly experimental early morning escapade with Reuben, coming home...

I slipped into the bushes and leaned against the side of my house to hide from the wind. Lighting up, it felt like the best cigarette I've had in a long time.

There was a fluttering, and I glanced up and saw two birds delicately launch themselves from the tall tree at the end of my driveway. Glancing farther upwards, I was struck by the incredibly clear sky which presented itself to me a little after four in the morning. Suddenly full of gratitude for that small experience, I whispered "Thanks," so softly that I could only hear the fricative of the 's' at the end as it escaped my mouth.

After peacefully finishing the cigarette, I unlocked the door and went inside, with some neighbor's wind chimes ringing faintly in my ears.

I don't want to forget that. I'm writing about it here in hopes that it will now be etched into my brain, both from the process of writing about it and from coming across this post whenever I happen to glance over past entries. It's the little momentous things that need to be hung onto with especial tenacity and care.

Signing out now.