Xerophyte, n.
(1). A plant that thrives in hostile conditions. Somewhat obviously, I am not a plant.
(2). The FictionPress account of a tea-obsessed musician/poet/essayist/writer and her psychotic dogs.
061808-- Current Status: Back. I'm sorry I haven't posted anything (much less replied to any messages or reviews) in about...oh, eight months. All four of my APs decided that my time looked like a good snack, so I didn't have much time to write. But recently I've started again, and I owe it all to (or blame it all on) my good friend Dustin (FictionPress user: Samana). Back in the summer of 2006, we met at a creative writing camp. Well, now in the summer of 2008, I'm back as a counselor for the younger music kids and he's playing guitar in Rock Band as well as writing. He's still a cool kid. I'm still a nerd. Some things never change.
But some things do. Things like maturity, things like what we want in life. While we're still as close as ever, seeing him again was weird. I don't know why I was shocked that things weren't like they were before, but I was. It's not necessarily bad or good, it's just different. Our ways of thinking have diverged a little, but we're still the same two people wanting two different things.
Maybe if the Earth was flat, we could move on with our lives. Maybe then time would be linear instead of coming full-circle--reunions and homecomings. Because in those revolutions lies a world of change. But I'm glad the world is round.
It's good to know that some things never change.
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