Dear Mon,
So I heard you wrote your possibly last entry. I've considered many things to say about this statement, but nothing stands out. Does this mean that I've become indifferent of the situation? Possibly.
Looking back on this project, I don't have many fond memories. You did break some news to me more smoothly this way than you could orally, but I've mostly kept to myself. It's as if I've suddenly become aware of the people who read this after I've finished writing. You must feel the same, from what I can gather.
However, I don't believe this is the end. It cannot be the end. After a dead period, you brought this blogging project back to life. I enjoyed reading about what was happening in your life, and as you enter your first year of college, you'll understand why it was difficult for me to write as frequently as you. As a sophomore, I have become wiser about college, and my experiences of the past can help guide you this year.
You've taken the burden of writing during your (high school) senior year and told me of your experiences. Well, now it's my turn.
Cosplay has been a big thing for me this this past year. It's a hobby I thoroughly enjoy, and it gives me time to continue the experience I began as a high school junior. While I do take this seriously, it could be worse.
I'll be looking forward to the car rides to and from school, but I want songs I know the words to. I would like to apologize for not communicating with you as often as we would both like. We've both been too occupied with personal vices and projects to make time for each other.
With more love than you can imagine,
Pita
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Iris
Dear Pita,
It's been a year since we started this, more or less, and I feel that it was slowly dying since we began. Are we just beating a dead horse, or am I just writing to myself really...I guess I could start over with a new blog and you could go off into the world and do your cosplays and things. I know it's sort of a bother to keep checking in on this, especially when I've written 4 or 5..or 20 between your entries. I guess what I really mean is that I wish we would just talk like normal people..
Today when I was driving you up to college to pick up your textbooks I realized 3 things, one of which you helped me see:
1) I'm turning into an adult whether or not I like it...and so are you. We're both in college now, so we'll have to take responsibility for all our own actions and take care of business, whatever that business may be, on time and as close to perfection as we can get it. I just hope it is easier for us both this year..
2) Whenever it's just you and me, no distractions, no computers, no other people...You act like one of my best friends. I don't get it. Why can't you always be like that? I certainly enjoy it a lot more, and it makes me feel less...lonely. I guess it's kind of my own fault for not being more sociable, but I think what tipped me off was that you almost threatened to kill me because I almost revealed a cosplay.
A cosplay...seriously? I mean, I know I was being a little mean, but it was a bit of an overreaction.
3) You told me today that maybe the reason I've been a little meaner is because I have more confidence. WHAT?!?! Never D:> I can't have confidence! It seems terrible, especially if it turned me into this kind of person. I don't like it very much...but I have always wanted confidence..and I guess now that I have it I have to turn it into something not so scary. I believe in the you that believes in me, and we'll make it through college alive. I know it.
Pita, I love you very much, whether or not I say so. Rather, I love the you that is being truly yourself, the you that hangs out with me and dances in the car to various Perfume songs and tells me not to dance while I'm driving XD It's so much fun. I can't wait for the early morning drives we will have to college, because I get to talk to you in the way I used to be able to.
It's gonna be awesome. I just wish my life was like a movie and had theme songs and mood music...because I know when we're having fun, I can just imagine the sound in the scene fading out and you hear "Iris" by Tomohito Nishiura playing. It's just like a reminiscent song...and possibly one of the many songs that could be the soundtrack of my life XD I would make that CD to listen to, but my life isn't over yet. We'll have to wait and see..
I hope college is good to you, sis. And if you need me to beat someone up, just point em out. ^w^ This may very well be my last entry. It's been fun.
Love,
Monchan
It's been a year since we started this, more or less, and I feel that it was slowly dying since we began. Are we just beating a dead horse, or am I just writing to myself really...I guess I could start over with a new blog and you could go off into the world and do your cosplays and things. I know it's sort of a bother to keep checking in on this, especially when I've written 4 or 5..or 20 between your entries. I guess what I really mean is that I wish we would just talk like normal people..
Today when I was driving you up to college to pick up your textbooks I realized 3 things, one of which you helped me see:
1) I'm turning into an adult whether or not I like it...and so are you. We're both in college now, so we'll have to take responsibility for all our own actions and take care of business, whatever that business may be, on time and as close to perfection as we can get it. I just hope it is easier for us both this year..
2) Whenever it's just you and me, no distractions, no computers, no other people...You act like one of my best friends. I don't get it. Why can't you always be like that? I certainly enjoy it a lot more, and it makes me feel less...lonely. I guess it's kind of my own fault for not being more sociable, but I think what tipped me off was that you almost threatened to kill me because I almost revealed a cosplay.
A cosplay...seriously? I mean, I know I was being a little mean, but it was a bit of an overreaction.
3) You told me today that maybe the reason I've been a little meaner is because I have more confidence. WHAT?!?! Never D:> I can't have confidence! It seems terrible, especially if it turned me into this kind of person. I don't like it very much...but I have always wanted confidence..and I guess now that I have it I have to turn it into something not so scary. I believe in the you that believes in me, and we'll make it through college alive. I know it.
Pita, I love you very much, whether or not I say so. Rather, I love the you that is being truly yourself, the you that hangs out with me and dances in the car to various Perfume songs and tells me not to dance while I'm driving XD It's so much fun. I can't wait for the early morning drives we will have to college, because I get to talk to you in the way I used to be able to.
It's gonna be awesome. I just wish my life was like a movie and had theme songs and mood music...because I know when we're having fun, I can just imagine the sound in the scene fading out and you hear "Iris" by Tomohito Nishiura playing. It's just like a reminiscent song...and possibly one of the many songs that could be the soundtrack of my life XD I would make that CD to listen to, but my life isn't over yet. We'll have to wait and see..
I hope college is good to you, sis. And if you need me to beat someone up, just point em out. ^w^ This may very well be my last entry. It's been fun.
Love,
Monchan
Monday, August 2, 2010
Of owls, bears, and the butterflies in my stomach
Dear Mon,
I must admit, I haven't been the best blogger when it comes to this particular commitment. In my spare time, I've been spending more time with Facebook and deviantART than I have with other things. For instance, I've had an idea brewing for months, yet I haven't gotten around to actually drawing it more or writing it down in a short story. In fact, I have reason to believe that my "book" is going to be a collection of short stories.
What amazes me is the amount of books that are written these days. I know at least three people who are writing books, and it's interesting to think each of us has the same chance of "making it big." However, my passion lies more in drawing than writing, and since my artist's block, that passion will have to be put at bay for the moment.
One story I've considered writing was about a Tawny Owl named Owain. A native to the forest-clad nation of Rosewood, the young fledgling had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. He decided to become a scholar once he learned to fly and started his vocation in the monastery of Fron, a rather remote place amongst the mountains bordering Rosewood and Carrol.
He began his studies with his country's folklore and legends. However, a fear of not being satisfied began to creep into Owain's heart. He decided to take a break from his studies and explore a bit of the land below the mountains to clear his thoughts. Sadly, he got lost in the Tangled Woods. In these woods, he discovers a treasure he only began reading about in his books. What happens next...is something I'm trying to figure out at the moment.
Back to real life, I believe my relationship with the Bear is relatively healthy. We talk to each other about anything and everything, our interests are similar enough to keep things mutual but distinct enough to keep topics fresh and interesting. Mostly, it's about "us," but there are times when it's about "him" and sometimes about "her." Communication is successful in this relationship, and that obstacle isn't a problem for me anymore.
The one thing I'm a little antsy about are these butterflies in my stomach. I'm getting them more often when I'm around him, and I miss him when I'm not. Hopefully we can hang out again before school starts.
With anticipation,
Pita
I must admit, I haven't been the best blogger when it comes to this particular commitment. In my spare time, I've been spending more time with Facebook and deviantART than I have with other things. For instance, I've had an idea brewing for months, yet I haven't gotten around to actually drawing it more or writing it down in a short story. In fact, I have reason to believe that my "book" is going to be a collection of short stories.
What amazes me is the amount of books that are written these days. I know at least three people who are writing books, and it's interesting to think each of us has the same chance of "making it big." However, my passion lies more in drawing than writing, and since my artist's block, that passion will have to be put at bay for the moment.
One story I've considered writing was about a Tawny Owl named Owain. A native to the forest-clad nation of Rosewood, the young fledgling had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. He decided to become a scholar once he learned to fly and started his vocation in the monastery of Fron, a rather remote place amongst the mountains bordering Rosewood and Carrol.
He began his studies with his country's folklore and legends. However, a fear of not being satisfied began to creep into Owain's heart. He decided to take a break from his studies and explore a bit of the land below the mountains to clear his thoughts. Sadly, he got lost in the Tangled Woods. In these woods, he discovers a treasure he only began reading about in his books. What happens next...is something I'm trying to figure out at the moment.
Back to real life, I believe my relationship with the Bear is relatively healthy. We talk to each other about anything and everything, our interests are similar enough to keep things mutual but distinct enough to keep topics fresh and interesting. Mostly, it's about "us," but there are times when it's about "him" and sometimes about "her." Communication is successful in this relationship, and that obstacle isn't a problem for me anymore.
The one thing I'm a little antsy about are these butterflies in my stomach. I'm getting them more often when I'm around him, and I miss him when I'm not. Hopefully we can hang out again before school starts.
With anticipation,
Pita
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