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From Charlie:

Dear Stranger,

My name is Charlie. This is my journal where I write to 'letters' to someone named 'Latches.' It's really just me writing to myself but it feels better knowing that someone out there will read these words. Even if it's just my Ego. Things can't really be anymore more simple than that. Maybe one day we will be Livejournal friends and won't be strangers anymore.

Love Always,
Charlie
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Being Me.

Dear Latches,

So I'm back at Middlebury. Classes are going great. Everything else, not so much but I guess that's life and when you push off dealing with people. I'm tired already.

Love Always,
Charlie
FFIX-kill don't kill

Ave Maria

Dear Latches,

Today was my little sister's birthday and being the awesome brother that I am, I took them both out for a day of extravagant uhh, shopping. We picked out our baby sister from summer camp and basically just hit up a bunch of stores and treats DQ. I ended up getting her a bunch of novelty items and snagged two comicbooks for myself. Afterward I asked her if she wanted to go home yet to which she replied no and so we tried to track down this store that we have been looking for quite a long time. After about an hour and lots of whining and needless kvetching later we eventually did stumple upon the place... just to find it was closed. Or at least we thought it was. Well, it was but the guy was nice enough to reopen up and let us browse around. She ended up purchasing a DSi to replace the old pink, family DSLite that has certainly seen better days. That was probably the point when all the bickering started. Although to be honest, a preteen and a teenage girl doesn't really need much to get them started and I was in no mood for it after walking trailing for five hours straight and coming home to cook for them just to have that blow up in my face. The younger up kept making cases about how the older old always got what she wanted and as she mentally detail every piece of item I was just thinking to myself, "Shut the fuck up you ungrateful little brat." The reason you are not getting shit is because you are irresponsible and spoiled. I like to think that I treat them equally but I am also realistic when it comes to distributing materialstic goods. Even you can't even handle taking care of a simple iPod shuffle, why whould I entrust you with a new laptop. I wish they would both grow up already, Lit-rul-ly.

Love Always,
Charlie
FFIX-storytelling

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Dear Latches,

So I took my sister (just one) out for the day just like I said I would. It was refreshing just getting out of the house and not thinking about... things. Not about the relationships or the future or anything that has plagued me in the last week. We went to this 'New York Style' pizza place by the marina, had a brief lunch and spent the next hour sitting on the pier. The pier itself wasn't anything impressive but the weather was extraordinary. I fell asleep for a bit since the most I got was four hours the night/morning before. Afterward we crossed the bridge and walk away from old downtown heading towards where, pretty much everything is. I never realized what a sleeper this town was. From my historic walk today I learned that it used to be an old arms production town during the Civil War and the down pretty much faded away since the factory burned down after the World War 1 armistice. The more you know.

I had a few drinks today. Not sure what the relevance of that was. I haven't had anything since I left Madrid and the first one hit me hard. Still not sure if this is where I want to be headed.

I might take the other one out tomorrow.

Love Always,
Lance
one life

Losing Sleep

Dear Latches,

While things are not worth losing sleep over, it seems that my internal alarm clock begs to differ. I have not be able to sleep regularly for a few nights now. Well, more or less since around The Talk happened.

My sister said she wanted pizza today so I am taking her down to the docks tomorrow for lunch. I figure it was about time I got out of the house. I figure we will spend a few hours down there while I try to wrap around the chaos from these few days down in my notebook. Oh, and I am taking a camera in the (un)likelihood that the weather will be nice. I just need something to clear my head even for a day before the all the pre-going back to campus madness gets here.

Love Always,
Charlie
one life

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Dear Latches,

I think the key to being happy is acknowledging that you are happy... when you are happy. I decided to take a brief journey into some of my older journal entries from four years ago and I never realized I was so... full of angst and melodramatic. I always saw myself as mellow and fairly objective in my perspective of the world but I guess when you are 17 years old living and living in New York City, you believe the delusions you create. After all, they say that your truth is your reality. Here's to an attempt at turning over a new leaf, eight months late or no.

Love Always,
Charlie