soeffinhappy

Come the morning light, it's a see through show
A journal by Sean Fogarty
So today an old friend that I'd been thinking about lately called me out of the blue. I actually never expected to hear from her again and to hear her voice on my answering machine was quite a shock. I picked it up before the message was done and was surprised to find that I still recognized her voice. We went to a play put on by a group of friends of hers. Some people, like some wines, age very well, and I.V. is one of them. She is still the same sharply intellingent and very playful person with that touch of the dark side to her. She still looks fantastic. I.V. BLEEDS this very attractive aura. It's something beyond her figure and her face and her hair. It's more than just the way she talks and the way walks. It's an indescribable presence about her that fills the air with a magnetic power. Needless to say I'm VERY attracted to her although I'm content to stay just friends with her. I.V. has such emotional depth that it's difficult to not feel cooler after hanging out with her. The only bad thing about I.V. is that I never know where I stand with her. She keeps me at a distance and I can't ever read what's going on in her head. A very guarded person, much like myself. Sometimes I feel like I.V. really just tolerates me and doesn't really want to be around me and other times I feel like she really wants to be good friends. I imagine it's somewhere in the middle wehre she feels the same way about me as she does about meat: good in small doses occasionally but not something for everyday consumption. I don't mind, but I would like to spend more time around her. I.V. seems like the kind of person who has so much hidden behind what she shows people that you could never find out everything about her. The play was very, very good. It was about a bunch of white trashy people who kill each other. I never stopped laughing. Some of the actors were surprisingly good too. I was kind of expecting a very avant garde, difficult to understand piece of modern art but what I saw was a well written, well acted comedy. It kind of reminded me of a good skit from Mr. Show. Dark and cool, but still very accessible. I forget the name of it but I'll post that in a later journal. If you're ever in Philly and have the chance to check them out, do so. It's worth the ten bucks and two hours.
The cat that I lived with for nine years was put to sleep today. Muffin was the most evil cat in the world but we all loved her. She had personality and we had her since she was small enough to fit in your hand (putting her in your hand without having it ripped off was difficult). She had kidney failure and a heart murmur. My whole family is bummed and my mom is crying like a person died. In a way a person DID die. Muffin was as much a part of the family as any of us and it really hurts to have her gone. This is the second cat that I knew and loved who I didn't get to see before they died. I know that when it's their time they have to go but is it too much to ask to say goodbye? I've been really wanting a kitten lately too. Sometimes it's weird the way things related to what I'm thinking happen. It always freaks me out to have my thoughts manifested. Maybe my next journal entry will be from the Xavier institute.