1.09.2006

to be an echo

Sunday I took the bus back UNDISCLOSED TOP SECRET LOCATION and was bullshit that a strangerboy elected to sit in the seat next to me. (I was once entrapped in a conversation about nothing with a starry eyed 17 year old aspiring super hero on a 5 hour bus ride, and have been a little edgy about who sits next to me ever since.) Nevertheless, strangerboy sits down, doesn’t try to engage a conversation and I begin a uncomfortable busnap.

That should be the end of the story; I fell asleep on the bus, I woke up and I was home. However, at the rest stop, I woke up confused and hot from sleeping inside my coat. And strangerboy, eric, and I got into a 3 hour conversation about literally everything: infidelity, hyperactivity, why Michael Moore is a bullshit demi-god, grammar, pills, the necessity of compulsively washing dishes, why talking to people on the bus sucks, evolution & reproduction, geography, NPR, law students, evangelical redsox love, our mutual wildly inconsistent personalities and dairy products. All in all, if it hadn’t been on a bus AND we were both single, it would have been the best first date of my life.

From here I believe we have 2 talking points:

1. Why is it completely natural to be honest about every dirty little neurotic hang up with a complete stranger? And dear god, why should someone who doesn’t know me at all be able to sincerely express a greater than superficial understanding of the how and the why of my default settings when most (let’s be honest, all) of the people I’ve known for years and decades think I’m completely loony (evil)?

2. I live in a city, albeit a small city, and I always feel like I have no one to meet, and no way of meeting anyone who I would ever want to talk to regularly. (How would that feeling be compounded if I lived somewhere god forsaken, like small town Indiana? OR if I weren’t enrolled in school which, through shared experience, is an excellent way to meet people?) The majority of the time adding people to my life feels logistically impossible, but even if I had the time/energy/desire to acquire anyone, I always think I wouldn’t. But then every once in a while I come across someone wholly worthwhile. And it is nothing less than refreshing.

1.03.2006

ghost hotel


Happy birthday mommy.

Not that you read this, but dad might.

I have some very serious apple love going on right now, friends. i need to register my favorite object since I bought a very nice tea kettle with the apple care and protection plan so that when I drop it I can claim it has manufacturing defects. I also need to finish importing all of my many many cds. Right now the concentration on my computer is heavily Beatles. Which isn’t bad. It’s just that I don’t always want to randomly listen to Norwegian Wood. Actually, say what you will, I never want to listen to Norwegian Wood. But now I always can.

I returned Chuck to California today at 4 am. When he finally landed, around 3pm here, I was already exhausted. i’m sure he was much worse off from flying. I do hate planes. Was wonderful to see him as always. Looking forward to the day when he moves back to the correct coast so we can sit around being unhappy together more often.

New Year’s Eve, or First Night, as the natives call it, was an embarrassing shit show at best. Special thanks to our host Ms. Jimenez for her tolerance and indulgence. If anyone is interested in the remaining half of my beer ball (beer sphere, if you will) please let me know. Also in the future, everybody, keep telling me that I don’t need to overbuy beer. Thanks.

On the SUPERNEWS front: I got an interview with the Mass. Teachers’ Association! If you reread previous posts, you would know, that the Mass. Teachers’ Association WAS my first choice. o super good. 4 of the jobs I applied for posted interviews, 3 no lucks 1 interview and 6 left to go. Pretty good considering I’m not qualified to do anything remotely legal.

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