Expo '86
God this is so weird. I am not sure of how else to start this entry. I have envisioned what this entry would like numerous times, picturing who I would talk about, what I would be doing, where I would be going next, you know. I still feel like I am in a movie in editing, drifting towards the very last few seconds of the movie of my life here (I know that sounds more dramatic than it should) and then it all just goes blank. It is weird to call nyc blank, but for now that is what it is. Let's see here, it feels like it's been a month since I updated, but I know it has maybe been a week. Saying good-bye to Josh last thursday was pretty difficult, it was nice to spend a few hours with him and even though we didn't talk the whole time it was not uncomfortable during the silences. A lot was unsaid, but it didn't really need to be. Then on Saturday I said good-bye to Andrew Stewart. Needless to say that was fucking difficult. Andrew is my oldest friend here, time-wise, and to be parting with him and the shared memories was, there is no other word for it other than difficult. I spent the night at his house on friday, and then spent the majority of the day on saturday there as well. We went and visited Mr. Lewis too, which was pretty cool. Then on Monday I bid Mariah farewell. We went to the beach with her friends from Sacremento Miles and Zoe, both pretty funny kids, and Jessie. It was a very fun and interesting night overall, we played Labyrinth by flashlight, and then went to McShitville at Mariah's behest so that she could enjoy an .80 cent sundae with extra fudge. It was weird to be back there too, I felt super removed even though my last day was not that long ago. Oh wow I forgot! My last day was Friday, and it was pretty much my favourite shift, because it was my last. I didn't hold anything back as far as insults to crew that I could care less about, i.e. Leroy. After we finished our .80 cent sundaes we hit up waterfront park, mainly so that I could prove to Mariah that it was not full of drug dealers and that swings are pretty entertaining and satisfying late at night with good company. It was nice to be other there, waiting for a meteor shower that Miles and Zoe's auntie said would come, but never really came (maybe it all happened when I was not tilting my head upwards?) I also reminisced about how on the last day of junior year when Josh, Ben Roth, and I were at Waterfront Park when it appeared as though kids were just appearing at the top of the slide closest to the swings, and how they all had a a bag of chips or something. There was also a stroller resting surreptitiously in the middle of the park, after Miles forced it up a slide we deduced that it did not have any drugs sitting in it. After the good-byes were bidden (I don't really think that's a word, but I am going with it) I went on home. Tuesday I said good-bye to Mara, yet another difficult parting. Then I went into Seattle, took a little trip down to Pike Place, ate my last hombow, when I remembered how Josh kept saying that I just got one so I could proceed to say Hombow all night. I bought my winter coat and new back pack at the north face, it didn't take me that long and after Mara's sterling advice I knew pretty much what I wanted. Then my dad and I went to our last baseball game of the time where I call his house home. The Mariners lost 11-3, but we got to heckle the Mariners pitcher to an audience who thought we were pretty funny. Today, well I guess by that I mean Wednesday, I went over to Connor Folse's house, and had an NHL '07 tournament, which I won (LET'S GO RANGERS!!). I had a great time and got to see Ben Tully and Derry, which was rad too. That night I went over to Becca's, we watched Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark since the last time I was over we wanted to watch it but her VHS tape was not cooperating, and she took exception to the fact that I had never seen it before. I liked the movie overall, I had to explain to her why I kept lauging during the intro (it was almost exactly like in UHF). After the movie we went up to her room and talked for two hours and she introduced me to this Feist song "1234" and M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes." Not too sure about MIA but I think I liked it OK, I prefer the Feist song. Either way it was really nice to see her since I hadn't for what felt like a while. I will say good-bye to her proper tomorrow hopefully.
SO now I sit here, at the tail-end of not only my farewell tour but of the period of my life spent primarily on Bainbridge. The next chapter seems so inconceivable, no matter how many conceptions I had crafted during periods of Hume humanities. Just the idea of being able to make decisions and do things and meet completely different people is just ahh there is no word for it. This lyric by Death Cab just keeps coming back to me as appropriate for how I feel/just this whole period: It's so appropriate, the way we amplify the sound."
One more transmission from Bainbridge, and then it's off to Queens.
SO now I sit here, at the tail-end of not only my farewell tour but of the period of my life spent primarily on Bainbridge. The next chapter seems so inconceivable, no matter how many conceptions I had crafted during periods of Hume humanities. Just the idea of being able to make decisions and do things and meet completely different people is just ahh there is no word for it. This lyric by Death Cab just keeps coming back to me as appropriate for how I feel/just this whole period: It's so appropriate, the way we amplify the sound."
One more transmission from Bainbridge, and then it's off to Queens.