i haven't actually written anything on here in a while.
currently, i'm listening to louis armstrong's "when you're smiling" and that, following frank sinatra's "stardust", leaves a strange streak of homesickness and comfort all at the same time. i miss my grandparents and russia. i miss drinking tea every single day with all of the necessities, precisely choco pies and raffaelo. watching silly shows with my grandma and telling her about my friends. i especially miss driving in the car down those empty roads with my grandpa, surrounded by calm, green unexplored fields, listening to peter cincotti or louis and listening to my grandpa's stories of when he was younger, carefree...
yet at the same time, there is potential here. alot of it. things and events that dont necessarily have that calming, comfortable essence but something new, exciting, mysterious. new, beautiful, interesting people. experiencing every moment on my own. it's like splashing cold water on your face when you're really hot.
i've had an interesting week. there was a long time when i was stressed and i was bored with everything and always tired, but as always, things started to look up eventually. denny wong visited me on saturday and made my weekend (thank you :]) dont you love the feeling of catching up from where you left off? i do. then, sunday, benny benassi made my weekend even more. he is a musical genius. now, it is monday night. i am done with my speech, am not stressed anymore, and my family is coming to see me this weekend, and ive never been so excited. :)
the good always follows the bad huh. but does that not mean that the cycle continues..? let's not think about it.
goodnight, please have beautiful dreams.
