This would be why I don't really mention Samantha's flattery and the like. Because even though I get a kick out of it... I know YOU are reading this Samantha.
But back to Meagan for a second... she doesn't read my blog, so I'll say what I want about her. In the five or six months before I left Florida, the months that our friendship all but disintegrated, she pretty much ended all effort to communicate with me. I would call her every month or so and that was that.
The day before I left, I called her and told her I was moving. This shocked her, because although I had warned her I was moving the last time we spoke, more than a month before... things were never finalized. Knowing that she never made the effort to contact any of her friends any more, I knew that that would probably be the last time I talked to her. I mean, I certainly had no plans of wasting long distance time to talk to someone I was distancing myself from anyway.
So I bring all this up because, she's IMed me half a dozen times and sent a few emails since I've moved up here. I guess she's suddenly re-embraced the internet. She starts her conversations like everything is as it was, when I know that... she, who used to sit on my bed to listen to rough cuts of Ryan's songs through the whole damn recording process, hasn't even seen Ryan or I since the album was finished... and hasn't even heard the damn album! I don't think there's anyone even two friends removed from my circle of friends that hasn't heard that album. Yet, I still get the,
"Hey, how's it going?" IMs.
She then proceeds to drop the name of a guy into conversation, to get me going. To make me jealous like she so loved to do.
So, I say all this, because tonight I took to lying to her.
Lying to her was fun. Super duper fun.
She asked me how my writing was going and I told her it was going great. Well into the plot of the novel now... and writing short stories left and right besides it.
I am positive that this bothered her, because I am positive that she wants to be better than me. I, on the other hand have no problem admitting that I most definitely want to be better than her. So don't call me out as a hypocrite.
And to no suprise, THE MOMENT after I've said that I'm making progress on the novel. She says, "Shit, gotta go, my boy's gonna call."
I'm wondering how far I can take this now? Maybe next time she IMs me I've got an advance on the book.
It's great fuel to actually get in there and write the fucking book though... just so I can throw it at her as she's throwing beads from a float at Universal Studios.
So there you are... a rare, introspective post of sorts.
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