Mom’s ankle seems to be getting better despite it still looks oddly swollen. Yes, “oddly”. I’m not getting into it.

This week is sort of an off week. I have not been on the computer much. Instead I have been reading books that I purchased not too long ago and received recently. I also had some movies as well. Other than a movie and the waiting period for a tape I ordered, all has been successfully viewed or read.

Yesterday I updated the pages on my site that can actually be updated. The entire story on my “Touch” page is finally up. I guess I’ll be working on putting up the Gallery section now. That will be a doozy. Why? Embarrassing first drafts. Oh well. It is mine.

RIA still has a ways to go… about 45 more Microsoft Word pages. It is amusing to read my previous “essays” and rants. As the page says, I am a dumb ass.

Then there is my blog… this lovely blog. I updated it to the latest version last night. I had no idea I’d lose the entire theme I had. Well, I was not in the mood to redo the damn thing, and settled for a theme already available. It suits me for the most part. I edited it some, but it is overall the same.

Oh, yeah…

Recently my brother was contacted by a childhood friend of mine who I had last truly seen in sixth grade. It was a while ago did I learn her profession… a masseuse. I never predicted what she would ever be as an adult, but I never thought of her giving people massages as her profession.

I looked her up on MySpace since that is how my brother encountered her. It was not much help, but hey, it might just be the fact that I am not going to join the damn site just to look up about a person. Yeah, I’m not so interested in talking, just seeing that the person is doing fine in life or not.

I decided to look up on two other girls of my youth. One is apparently pregnant and will possibly have a Sagittarius baby by the looks of it – if not that, a Capricorn. She’s in college and seems relatively happy. She seems more mature than the last time I saw her. That relieves me.

Her sister is another story. She seems to be quite the same as the last time I saw her. Pretty much, a person I’d avoid. Mean, perhaps… but I just cannot relate to her at all anymore. Her entire page was full of cursing. She talked about liking to party, drink and all that crap.

Yeah, some people would think I’m a goody-two-shoes… Maybe I am… but damn… that stuff never interested me. I find it a turn off. She just seems to be unsatisfied with her life. Then again, this is all speculation based on how she is presenting herself on a mere page. What do I know?

One thing I really think of though is when my brother told me the first girl mentioned said she missed me. The moment hearing that I felt somewhat touched. Later did I sigh. Yes… she missed me. She missed a “me” from childhood. I had asked my bother if I had changed much. He said she had. I know those other girls had. So, had I? He said not really. I am just more mature… so I guess all that has really happened to me is that I have gotten some wisdom in time?

I remember seeing the others as having changed. I never did quite see myself as one who changed. They said I had. I suppose in all the things that mattered to them, I had. I was no longer the manic, smiley person they knew in elementary school.

Despite that, I never joined into cliques, changed myself to fit in, et cetera. I did not start acting like I was an idiot and let my grades fall. I did not try to act badass, cuss every other word in my sentences and feel the need to get drunk, party and have sex early.

When they drifted off, I had no one to hang out with. I did not join a clique because I had nothing in common with them… I was not interested in the media, rappers and all that crap. I did not need some woman strutting around in barely any clothes and belting out whatever manufactured tune she had at the time as a role model.

I was lucky to meet Shred during that time.

Anyway, the point in hand is… they missed me… but it is a memory of me that they miss. They don’t miss the person I am now. They miss the kid from elementary school who played with them, compared homework answers with them, talked on the phone with them, visited them at their houses, and actually related to them.

They don’t miss this jaded, dry loner. They don’t miss this person who dislikes going out, interacting much and talking on phones. They don’t miss the “me” of today. I was just as serious as a kid as I am now, but I was more passionate around them instead of cynical. I also had my bouts of goofiness because of mania. Was I a happy person? I do not really know… it all could have been an imbalance of my brain. I was a loner then as well… I am just more of one now. I guess the thing that changed about me is that my traits magnified as I developed.

I miss them too. However… I know that I miss the three girls of my elementary school days. I miss the sisters who were sweet, tried hard in school, did not talk smut, and did not become another cookie cutter person who followed the crowd. The girl mentioned before them, I have no idea who she is now. I did not see her evolve really. She was the first to break away from our elementary school group. I never had to see her change.

Anyway, that is all I really have to say on that. Today is Friday and my dad should be coming down today. My mom said he should be here around two or so. I hope his trip is decent. He should be able to retire for good by the first of October.

His birthday is coming up on the 25^th. I have an idea for a gift, but do not have all the kinks smoothed yet. I hope it works out.

Nothing else comes to mind.