Nov 2, 2009

"Walking on air."

Well hello there.

It's quite amusing how long it has been since I have posted a blog here, and it apparently was on Gerard Way' 32nd birthday, just a skinny-dip into the summer months, and now look where I am at here.

Eight months, still quite the same. New interests, new favorite shows, different schoolyear, different direction of mind, but same life. Same friends, same family, same heart beating with hope.

Changed, but will always be the same.

I'm still Ally. I'm still five feet and five inches tall (incredulously believed I was still 5''4, but I was wrong). I'm still in love with art, in love with comics, in love with dreams, in love with God and His majestic wonders and creations. And I'm still not married either.

But I'm fourteen now, not anymore thirteen. That all changed earlier this August the 4th.
And a month after August the 4th, I have also a new toenail. I've been carrying an ingrown toenail for a year already, and it finally got surgically removed.

I also cut my hair, bought the Watchmen book, bought an eighteen-inch Hellboy toy I've been eyeing in the window for so long, met new people, found new friends, kept great ones, lost some, gained some, rose and fell, see my beloved aunt and uncle again, despise Geometry...

...and from consoler of the heartache, I have become the squishy geek.

New age, new hair, new toenail, new things, new title to call.

Changed, but will always be the same.

And instead of American Idol being the subject of my TV-obsessed eye (Kris had to win anyways), the perspective has changed slides.
Now there is Star Trek. Now there is Dead Like Me, Kyle XY, and most especially Seinfeld.

And instead of Mr. Special Somebody, there is now V.

Indeed, V may be a fictional vigilante wafting around in the mind of Alan Moore, but he is as real to me as air is vital to a human. Which can get quite scary at times, so I urge you to take watch.

Many things have become different. It's quite hard to explain.

Turning events, the death of Michael Jackson (another long story), an eight-month long hiatus and plenty of time to grow up.

But I'll always be the same.