I’ve been watching CSI re-runs on Spike every night when I come home from work. I only watch the original series because I can’t STAND Horatio from Miami and I can’t get into CSI New York either. But yeah, for some reason I don’t really get bored of watching stories of homocide, and finding out “who did it”.

So yeah, one of the episodes I watched today had an interesting line..

Grissom: DNA is what you are, not who you are. What you are never changes; who you are never stops changing.

As I look through facebook pics at old friends from Highschool, middle school and beyond, I realize that for many of them, I would barely recognize off the streets now. It’s funny how one minute you’re best friends with someone, and then the next, you hardly know them at all. Some of them are HUGE (in size) now, and I would probably be afraid to walk past them on a dark alley at night. But then I remember that we were around the same size in grade school.  If I think of the “body” being only the shell that covers the outside of someone, they suddenly are a lot less intimidating:) 

I think I am changing too. But is it for the better? I am having trouble letting go of the past and those there were a part of it. It’s not good to live in the past, and to hope “things will be the same” again.

So this is it.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.