Wow. It's been such a long time. I feel like this is some sort of anti-perennial journal that isn't supposed to come back to life like this. Ah, reincarnation. It's a wonderful thing. Rise, Lazarus!

So I was laying in bed, festively warm and drinking tea, as the season goes, when Lara called, telling me to meet her and Dave and Border's. I haven't seen Dave in such a long time. Everything is so dated.. Brendan, Dave, the summer. ORE.. haha.. So many of those arbitrary and mnemonic moments. It's incredible how seemingly inconsequential things like the weather tantalize our memory. I hate it sometimes. I hate being so many people, having so many hearts that grow archaic, yet refuse to shed themselves and the emotions. I don't know. I just want God to give me a definite peace about things. This is a bit covert, I guess, but I'm dealing with some reoccurring themes in my life that leave me perplexed a lot of the time. Of course, that's how it's supposed to be. We're such mortal fools and we have to grow up and learn through experience while attempting to pinpoint our weakness and after recognition comes reform.

I ran into a few people at Border's, got sidetracked catching up and talking about all the miscellania that inevitably constitutes our lives. Which was good, because it gave Dave and Laura a chance to converse. The lovely chill that seems to be pervading everything got the better of Lara and I and we resolved to go to Starbucks... debating whether or not we should succumb to the corporate coffee shrine, our morals say no (fair-trade coffee!) our frigid bones say yes... oh, the dithering decisions. Well, we went in despite our convictions, JUST to look, solely observe and take in the style of this newfound beverage trend.. And the guy working there gave us some free mocha fraps. I guess someone bought them, or rather, ordered them, and subsequently realized they had no money. The man said "In your mouths or in the sink." Mouths, definitely mouths. After running madly around Utica Square like the antithesis of posh Banana Republic shareholders who consume drastic amounts of goodie chocolate while bathing in imported milk from Miss Jacksons, we found it. One of the many Tulsa Penguins. Oh, but this one was encompassed in a circle of christmas lights. A luminous spherically encased Penguin. What a find. Lara and I took a few pictures... oh, you will see these. Eventually. Dave threw leaves at us and stole my tote bag AND my Harry Potter pin. Loser. He hasn't even read all the books. Unworthy pin bandit.

Meanwhile, it's still cold (Jen says to herself, these penguins have finally found their correct climate) and of course, we have no coats on, or minimal plastic which is invisible in the eyes of pneumonic lungs on the verge of illness. Lara and I were running spastically down the sidewalk when this very, hmm.. will explain, guy passed us at a calm pace, treading silently to his car. He reminded me so much of someone. I've probably just seen him around. Things like that happen in Tulsa. I don't know. There was something very enchanting about him, in a dark and simplistic way that is currently ineffable. Just know that we looked stupid.

It was refreshing, (that's such a cliche inspirational word...) to have us all together again. We drove around for a while (with the windows down of course, the weather will not stop the festivities of feeling one's hair blow backwards in the wind). Laura told me to play DJ, so I popped in The Incredible Moses Leroy (song number seven - "1983"), which of course, as expected, skipped, on my favorite song, on my cd.

One more light goes out around the world. We went back to Border's, put in some Promise Ring, danced in the parking lot while disrupting anyone with the inability to tolerate loud music within a mile radius.. Hah. I was begging for Everlong, for old time's sake, but Lara had to leave and Dave and I sorrowfully retreated into the closing lights of Border's, the smell of tea which stretches through the length of the store. They closed in a few minutes, so we just sat and talked, I sipped my red tea, we recalled what were once epic feats, now epic history. The things, that despite the distance, will never become a waste of words.