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i rebought ys. by joanna newsom, along with AC's merriweather post pavillion (where my personal life changing concert occurred ((radiohead touring for the bends, opening for alanis morrisette. it was also the first time i explored a females anatomy (manually). seventh grade.. let's say.......oh, 1995? 6? heeeeeey katie)) improper parenthetic usage, most probably. i also bought the black eddy current suppression ring, and the dirty projector's bitte orca (sp?) i honestly haven't listened all the way through the latter two, but man.. joanna newsom is so awesome. i shoulda gone to those sanctuary shows instead of injecting drugs.
i am reading youth in revolt, and i am at a halt between the first and second books (movements? chapters?) it is enjoyable thus far. mostly hilarious if not great.
i have taken to wearing the flagship burberry. it smells better than jail.
in addition, i have a seat partner on the bus a few days a week. she has an awesome houndstooth coat to clash with awful walking sneakers. her ipod is strangely hip for a 34 year old woman - and not in her age group "i was there before you stopped listening to kriss kross" kind of way (though also in that way). speaking of her being 34, it was an awakening moment when i learned this fact, that i actually find 34 year old women attractive - even though these days i am finding a lot of varieties of women attractive.. just saying, i dont usually go for that; illegally young is typically my preference. to be honest, i had no idea she was that age (i originally typed that old, but i couldn't bring myself to type it, being well heeled by at least 2 of 3 women in my family - polite even in solitude in that regard) but it didnt surprise or bother me. just something thats been happening. like cracking voices.
this was a slow process of her becoming the "i dont ask, but always sit with you" arrival halfway through my tour of the number 40 to work. ive seen her since maybe october. once she commented on my ill-fitting arcade fire t-shirt. month of smiles. on new year's eve, she sat next to me for the first time.
and so it has continued on for the month of january. on friday i came to newark, drank brew haha, watched vids at switch, and then headed to work. this is typically our day on the 335 number 40, and armed with new cd's and book aforementioned, i had some semblance of a notion that hey, it would be nice the see my bus-friend. lo and behold, on an entirely different bus (33 to the mall), she steps on, at that dreary park and ride by the BCC. her face lights up and she hustles past the standing traffic and sits down.
"i was just thinking about you! im not gonnna be on our bus because im covering a shift at the hospital.. i get off in a few stops. i was strangely let down thinking it."
"that's relieving, because I was thinking that I was going to see you in just a few minutes, and i was stranely excited."
and so our first real conversation ensued.
Alexa, I had to relate an old story (that actually came about because of a similar bus ride to the mall). The small black child bag. this mother and maybe three year old black child had to split up because the bus was so full, so he sat on the aisle about thre seats up from his (grand)momma. he promptly fell asleep in such an adorable almost falling over fashion that i stole smiling glances at him the entire ride. when we got to the mall, she asked me to wake him up, and he was sooooo disoriented, but not upset (pretty impressive, really). the whole bus was awash in aw. haha, in aw.
other than that, seeing Autumn at the exchange and having nice fat jameson joneses has been the only highlight. but that's okay - winter hasnt been this fun in at least half a decade.
i am reading youth in revolt, and i am at a halt between the first and second books (movements? chapters?) it is enjoyable thus far. mostly hilarious if not great.
i have taken to wearing the flagship burberry. it smells better than jail.
in addition, i have a seat partner on the bus a few days a week. she has an awesome houndstooth coat to clash with awful walking sneakers. her ipod is strangely hip for a 34 year old woman - and not in her age group "i was there before you stopped listening to kriss kross" kind of way (though also in that way). speaking of her being 34, it was an awakening moment when i learned this fact, that i actually find 34 year old women attractive - even though these days i am finding a lot of varieties of women attractive.. just saying, i dont usually go for that; illegally young is typically my preference. to be honest, i had no idea she was that age (i originally typed that old, but i couldn't bring myself to type it, being well heeled by at least 2 of 3 women in my family - polite even in solitude in that regard) but it didnt surprise or bother me. just something thats been happening. like cracking voices.
this was a slow process of her becoming the "i dont ask, but always sit with you" arrival halfway through my tour of the number 40 to work. ive seen her since maybe october. once she commented on my ill-fitting arcade fire t-shirt. month of smiles. on new year's eve, she sat next to me for the first time.
and so it has continued on for the month of january. on friday i came to newark, drank brew haha, watched vids at switch, and then headed to work. this is typically our day on the 335 number 40, and armed with new cd's and book aforementioned, i had some semblance of a notion that hey, it would be nice the see my bus-friend. lo and behold, on an entirely different bus (33 to the mall), she steps on, at that dreary park and ride by the BCC. her face lights up and she hustles past the standing traffic and sits down.
"i was just thinking about you! im not gonnna be on our bus because im covering a shift at the hospital.. i get off in a few stops. i was strangely let down thinking it."
"that's relieving, because I was thinking that I was going to see you in just a few minutes, and i was stranely excited."
and so our first real conversation ensued.
Alexa, I had to relate an old story (that actually came about because of a similar bus ride to the mall). The small black child bag. this mother and maybe three year old black child had to split up because the bus was so full, so he sat on the aisle about thre seats up from his (grand)momma. he promptly fell asleep in such an adorable almost falling over fashion that i stole smiling glances at him the entire ride. when we got to the mall, she asked me to wake him up, and he was sooooo disoriented, but not upset (pretty impressive, really). the whole bus was awash in aw. haha, in aw.
other than that, seeing Autumn at the exchange and having nice fat jameson joneses has been the only highlight. but that's okay - winter hasnt been this fun in at least half a decade.