I guess it kind of started when me and Liz (well Liz really) spotted Paul (with the hair *cue hand movements*) (I'll post a picture later, it's important for you to see the hair) in Manchester on Saturday. He didn't notice us and after deliberating for too long I decided to run after him. He was on an escalator so I shouted him a few times and he did turn round, but didn't see me. Which made me kinda sad. But hey. Then after leaving it a little too late again we decided that we should stalk him. He'd obviously left the arcade at this point. Which made me sad again. But hey ho. I cheered up not long after.
Today I looked on his myspace, in the hope of possibly getting in touch with him on facebook or by txt or something, as he doesn't seem to have updated his myspace in ages. This was to no avail however.
All it served to do was make me really, really reminiscent. and then teary because of the reminiscence.
And when I say teary I mean like actually almost going to cry teary. I'm at work so it's good that I didn't actually cry. But hey.
Now I'm listening to random music on my i-pod that's making me reminisce more. Which isn't too good, but hey.
I'm thinking of my tears as tears of joy. Or maybe not.
College was the best fucking two years of my life!
Hands down.
I'm sad that things moved on.
No matter the shit that I went through with depression and stuffs, it was the best two years of my life, no competition.
I'd love to go back to Runshaw for a day, with Liz, Paul, Emma and Rob, and just sit on those wooden benches outside Dalehead. The famous Dalehead restaurant where I spent many a lunch-time and many a free-period. It would have to be sunny though.
Crap, I've just realised that Paul was the first person I met at Runshaw. I mean I already knew Liz (and Emma apparently) from a French exchange a few years back, and even though we were in the same form I hadn't seen her in years and didnt' really know her. So this makes Paul the first person I met at Runshaw (besides my form tutor). He was in my form and the first thing I remember thinking is "Wow, look at that hair. He looks really cool. I'll sit next to him." He was the only person in the room besides me and the form tutor. It was kinda weird. But cool all the same.
And I rememeber after our first tutor period (that lasted half a day) Me, Liz and Paul all deciding where to get lunch. We were like first-day-buddies. It was awesome.
I need to stop reminiscing.
"But it feels so good."
"But it feels so sad."
"Good"
"Sad"
*Ahem*
Excuse me and my moment of mild multiple personality disorder their.
There's not much more to say.
Except that I wish I was back at college.
IT WAS AWESOME!
Oh how I wish I still felt the touch or something great,
how how I wish I still felt the warm laugh that used to lighten my day,
oh how I wish that times gone by were times still here,
oh how I wish...
*Edit* I've just remembered the phunk (funk) band that Me Dan and Paul were in. It was awesome. It was only for a while, but it was fun while it lasted.
Soundtrack to college: Erm... the soundtrack to college was probably anything by Elliot Minor, lots of P!nk, a good dose of Cradle of Filth, and some phunk.
Quote of the day:
- "Me and Justin were in the locker room talking and we were just reminiscing about it seems like just yesterday that we got here, and how we don't want it to be over.” - Lenny Jefferson.
- "To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.” - Ricky Nelson
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