Why does distance from Bard make you feel better? I don't know, but the Bay Area is so magical. I'm so de-stressed. Wait... give me a second... I need to stop smiling.
So, the hours up to leaving, I walked around Bard, taking in the last moments of my sophomore year, thinking about things. Honestly, I would have been more productive sleeping because I just made myself upset. I left Bard sad, hungry, and under horrible emotional stress. It was not good.
I sat next to Adam Gallinant on the ride to JFK. After sleeping for a couple of hours, I woke up and we decided to tell each other stories. We ended up having a discussion on fairies, particularly techno-dancing gay fairies with a magical stash. The bus driver took far too long at LaGuardia, and we were both dissastified with his performance. For shame.
To start off my five hours at the "wireless-access"-less Delta terminal, I unloaded my luggage from the bus in a way that scrapped my leg. I'm such a big baby, but that shit hurt like a mo-fo. It really set the mode as I plopped myself next to a power outlet and plugged in all my electronics to make me feel better. After an emotional episode, (implied by my previous entry) the remaining hours were more bearable. After listening to Jason Robert Brown for an hour or two, I decided to get up and eat. I had the choice between a cafe that served hot dogs (?) and a chinese place called "Wok N Roll". Obviously insulted, I decided to go to the hybrid cafe-hot dog stand to get a sandwich. I sat at the table for a while, and time passed by really quickly. I enjoyed people watching.
When it was time to board, I was surrounded by a bunch of Utah natives. You see, my stop-over was in Salt Lake City... So, you could say I was having my first Utah experience. When I boarded the plane, a man sat next to me. He asked if I was from Salt Lake, and I told him where I was from. He said, "San Francisco, lots of hills. I don't know why anyone would want to settle there in the first place. Makes construction difficult." And I was like "I don't know. The ocean, maybe?" in a very flamboyant way. Then he kind of stopped talking to me. Later, when I woke up, he was gone, but his carry-on was still there. Then, I woke up again and all traces of him were gone. Maybe I had fallen asleep on his shoulder by accident. Oh, mormons...
The Great Salt Lake is really beautiful. I've never seen anything like it. I would love to actually see it up close.
At the SLC airport, I wandered around, looking for something to do for an hour. I was able to go online for four minutes at a pay-terminal. It really relieved some tech anxiety. Then I went to get a smoothie at TCBY. I've never been there before, but I don't think I'll ever invest another cent in their company. The smoothie wasn't bad in terms of taste, but it was a relatively bad smoothie. Jamba Juice, where were you?!
I got on the small connecting plane for my final leg. A drunk man who smelt like tobacco sat next to me and attempted to talk to me. As soon as I responded to his first question, I closed my eyes to go to sleep, hoping that he wouldn't bug me again. Then, in no time, we landed. As soon as I stepped off the plane, I whispered in excitement, "I'm home."
As soon as I saw my mom, she told me that it looked like I had lost 10 or 20 pounds. This immediately made me hungry.
When we got home, I confronted the new dog, Niki. I had met Niki for like a day during the winter, but not long enough to make her not hate me. Now, she growls at me and launches toward me as if to pounce. She snaps at me when I try to calm her down. Today, we are alone in the house. We are trying to settle our differences.
Now this is about the time that things started getting really sweet. Yesterday, I spent my first day of summer with Frances and Maria. I love them so much. We met at 9am (yes, 9 am). We had a small breakfast and then headed over to the Apple Store to get my laptop fixed. It took sooo long because I had to figure out how to backup my pictures. After two hours, I successfully burned a backup disk and said goodbye to my baby as it was taken away. I've decided that when he returns, he will adopt the name Duncan. He will get a healthy Tiger upgrade when he returns.
Then we went to Forever 21, where the girls shopped. I realized how fortunate I am to be a guy. I just don't know how girls shop for themselves. Girl clothes are awful. The breast cups on tops are so unattractive. I just want clothes that are form-fitting. Not something that exposes lots of back skin and is frilly. I don't get women. They're so gross. =P
Then we went to the Cheesecake Factory... again. It was nice. The waiter was this blond, blue-eyed European. I was so obvious that he found one of us attractive, but in trying to make us like him, he was really rude. We gave him a tip that was less than the tax. We felt bad... sort of.
Then we kind of just walked around and talked. Here are some pictures of the day:
http://homepage.mac.com/jl233/PhotoAlbum5.html.
So that's my past two days. It's so great to be home. I'm so happy. My major goals for this summer: raise money to pay off all my debts and future investments (apartment, car insurance, new computer), and get my driver's license. Tomorrow, I'm going to cater with Frances. Hopefully, I'll make major tips. Then, on Sunday, I'm going to look for a waiter job downtown. I need jobs with tips! I need thousands and thousands of dollars. If you will pay me to do something, I'll do anything. Except whore myself. I can design fancy posters and things. PLEASE!!!
Finally, I'm opening up a picture homepage for you to check out my pics in an organized fashion.
http://homepage.mac.com/jl233/ I love the BAY AREA! I LOVE IT! JOY!