polemic

I saw Becky today. Went to LV and we went to the pub for four hours and talked about everything from surrealist art to sex to 'Grease' to clubbing and music. It was wonderful.

It was so much like old times. There were a few silences, but that's to be expected after a year with barely any contact. We had some drinks (Pinot Grigio for her, Vodka cokes for me) and I remembered why I love her so much. She's so liberated, free-spirited, confident, and her interests run from quirky humour (much like mine) to fine art. And of course, she is the epitome of vivacious.

She is as beautiful as I remembered, full of ideas for her future and what she wants out of life. I am proud of her, and somewhat in awe at her focus. We also decided that it would be awesome if she was at Leeds as we would totally rip the town up. It'd be fucking sweet.

If I remember that she loves me, even for but a time, I think I could retain the confidence I felt after seeing her today. Inspiring may not quite be the word, but it's the first that springs to mind.

Seeing her thursday, should be fun. Also going to seek out a couple of the old teachers which should be nice.

I am one happy muffin.