Just memories of a different life.

It's 12.34 am on nye. I'm sitting in front of the computer with a ginger beer and some strawberries. Upon looking over old blogs from high school up until the end of hippoblogamus, i watched the breaking point of my mind and the slow regeneration into what i have become since then. In march 04 one post i am reading a text book while eating breakfast and commenting on my 90% on a chemistry test. 20 months later i sit here after failing chemistry, but i sit placid and i can cope with it now. A few months later there was the punching the wall incident after a fight with dad, that made a real mess of my knuckles at the time. Right up to all my comments of what happened each thursday night at flannies then my sober week. When i said i would go out more often and not drink because it was good knowing what was going on.

I even found an old poem i came up with in ony of my 2003 blogs... back in high school.

Ok, so it's not exactly propper poetry but i've never cared for propper layouts.


Rain precedes the rainbow true,
The colours shine right through the blue,
Rain is often; rainbow rare,
The hope for one is always there.
Although the colour’s becoming clear,
The rainbow isn’t getting near,
Soon as the rainbow seems so true,
It fades away to disappear.
The pot of gold, a fabled brew,
For all’s in the sky is rain so blue.