the years go by fast but the days go by so slow
What a trip that is...reading Alie's journal. Alie, you're still at camp!
Yesterday was horrible. Meghan and I walked around like zombies when we went shopping- of course, who do I run into when I'm looking nasty and high, but Keith? Ah, sexy Keith, maybe one day I will see you when I look okay, on the other hand, you're sort of a tool, so maybe I don't care. I bought some random things and so did Meg- wish I had more money to spend, so much to buy, so many cds to buy. I seriously felt like I was high while walking around, but I had no chemically induced reason to feel like that. Megbud was tripping the same way. We said goodbye to Johnnie (we'll see him in a few days and anyway, I can't say I was too happy with him after waking up with him in my bed and having to kick him out) and then I unloaded all my shit at my mom's house. Hung out there for a while, and a conversation with Mojojojo Momobear really brought me back to where I think I need to be- somehow, I don't know how. But it's the best conversation I've had in a while, so thank you for that Crystal. I got off my ass and went to Pita Jungle with my dad for dinner. I wanted to go see Napolean Dynamite with him but he had things to do early today, so instead he dropped me at Mom's, I spent some time with her, and then trucked on back to the Monkey Home to crash on the comfy couch. Hung out with Fabio for a while first but was ready to crash by 11. I don't feel tired during the day but you can bet my body is pissed at me for all the things I did to it over the past five weeks.
Alex still hasn't written to me, bastard.
I heard from Norbus which was delightful- I guess it works out that I never got his address after all since he was enterprising and contacted me first. I should call Devon or something. And Chris, whom I think I'm visiting in two weeks but I really don't know in what capacity. Does he understand my summer? Not in the slightest. What a bad idea...I'll make the best of it.
I miss Jesse, and sort of hate myself for it. Do you know what really hit me when caravan was leaving and we were all saying goodbye? That in the course of the next 26 days, I am going to say goodbye to everyone I know. That's something I don't think I really considered. I have a hard enough time breaking ties with the people I should (ie Drew) much less people I still love and want to see on a daily basis.
Kevin's moving to the Carribean. What the fuck? I can't wait to visit him...
I don't think I can come back to Phoenix and live here for two more years after I leave. I think I am going to transfer to Puget Sound and move to Seattle.
Just a thought.
Peace out, yo
Natalie
Yesterday was horrible. Meghan and I walked around like zombies when we went shopping- of course, who do I run into when I'm looking nasty and high, but Keith? Ah, sexy Keith, maybe one day I will see you when I look okay, on the other hand, you're sort of a tool, so maybe I don't care. I bought some random things and so did Meg- wish I had more money to spend, so much to buy, so many cds to buy. I seriously felt like I was high while walking around, but I had no chemically induced reason to feel like that. Megbud was tripping the same way. We said goodbye to Johnnie (we'll see him in a few days and anyway, I can't say I was too happy with him after waking up with him in my bed and having to kick him out) and then I unloaded all my shit at my mom's house. Hung out there for a while, and a conversation with Mojojojo Momobear really brought me back to where I think I need to be- somehow, I don't know how. But it's the best conversation I've had in a while, so thank you for that Crystal. I got off my ass and went to Pita Jungle with my dad for dinner. I wanted to go see Napolean Dynamite with him but he had things to do early today, so instead he dropped me at Mom's, I spent some time with her, and then trucked on back to the Monkey Home to crash on the comfy couch. Hung out with Fabio for a while first but was ready to crash by 11. I don't feel tired during the day but you can bet my body is pissed at me for all the things I did to it over the past five weeks.
Alex still hasn't written to me, bastard.
I heard from Norbus which was delightful- I guess it works out that I never got his address after all since he was enterprising and contacted me first. I should call Devon or something. And Chris, whom I think I'm visiting in two weeks but I really don't know in what capacity. Does he understand my summer? Not in the slightest. What a bad idea...I'll make the best of it.
I miss Jesse, and sort of hate myself for it. Do you know what really hit me when caravan was leaving and we were all saying goodbye? That in the course of the next 26 days, I am going to say goodbye to everyone I know. That's something I don't think I really considered. I have a hard enough time breaking ties with the people I should (ie Drew) much less people I still love and want to see on a daily basis.
Kevin's moving to the Carribean. What the fuck? I can't wait to visit him...
I don't think I can come back to Phoenix and live here for two more years after I leave. I think I am going to transfer to Puget Sound and move to Seattle.
Just a thought.
Peace out, yo
Natalie