and i'm trying to put the words where they belong...
As I sit here, I'm not really looking at the screen, or at anything for tht matter. My eyes just refuse to focus. My brain is numb, but all I want to do is write. When I'm in RI, writing is this notion, this thing that I should do; but whenever I travel somewhere different, it's this insatiable urge. Just like the one I had for drawing on the plane, this morning. I feel like I should backtrack and talk about Jamie's graduation, yesterday, and how it was supposed to be cancelled the day before. Or about our adventure at Hell, the night that she was supposed to have graduated. Or paint the picture of dinner last night; the odd assortment of people who sat around a candlelit table, all so different, and all so connected. Maybe I should start with our return to Jamie's house, afterwards.
The power was out. Jamie had to pack in the dark, with one light that was plugged into her mom's van, outside. She had underwear in the dryer, so we hung them from the ceiling fan for the night.
(We found out later that there HAD been power, but Jamie's mom hadn't flipped the right switch in the basement.) Adam came over to say bye, and we sat on the couch and talked until I suddenly realized that everyone else had gone to sleep. So we fell asleep on the couch. I've never been so thankful for a mid-night sneeze attack as this morning, because we were supposed to be at the airport in prov by 4:30 a.m., and when I got up, in dire need of a tissue, Adam looked at his watch and realized that it was 4:39. Jamie, ever incapable of waking up, had ignored her alarm an hour earlier. So her mom flew us to the airport, where we were stalled at security, while officers questioned Jamie as to whether or not she was carrying firearms, and wrote a search warrant so that they could open her bag and pull out the one dimensional gun-shaped belt buckle that she'd so intelligently thrown into her bag at the last minute. We literally RAN to the terminal after they called last call for our flight. In any case, we made it.
I found out that I love that first jump as the plane leaves the runway. We went up as the sun did. As we got above the clouds, they looked like cotton candy. From higher up, they looked like an ocean, and it made me think- usually I dream that there are angels sitting on top of those clouds, but here I was, and seeing none, I imagined them within the clouds, like mermaids. And so I was inspired to spend a couple of hours (at least) drawing a mermaid angel. She's not phenominal, but I wanted to draw her with all of my being, and that's what actually matters.
We thought we were on an MTV show when Jamie had breakfast at the Fridays in the Philidelphia airport, but nobody ever came and gave us the hundred dollars we felt we had earned. The rest of the flight was long, but good. It was strange as we got over Arizona, where the land is all flat until a wall of mountains. In RI, all we have are chronic hills.
The first thing that struck me was the dry heat. Jamie's sister said that they're having a 'cold front', which means that it's only been a little over a hundred. There's not too much in the way of vegetation, so there are huge cactuses and palm trees everywhere, and instea of grassy circles and medians, there are designs made of different colored gravel. I saw plants that look like lantana, and I'm not sure if it's my imagination or if I saw chinese lantern growning by the roads, too. Everything is new, here. The architecture is really interesting, because of it, and the roads are all straight N. S. E. and W.
Dusty, Jamie's sister's dog, looks like a muppet. A little, long-haired, white dog, with a curly tail, a big smiling mouth, and big crazed eyes like a stone dragon. I don't call him Dusty. I call him Perv. He was a dirty guy in a past life, and got reincarnated as the dog that he is. I'll go into no further detail, as I'd like to not feel too sketched for sleep.
Jamie's friend, Theresa, took us out to dinner. She was really awesome. So was the resteraunt. It was called Salty Senorita, and the food was almost as good as the atmosphere. Everyone there was young and attractive. This sounds strange, but it's no word of a lie. On all the outdoor patios, there are misters from the awning, because otherwise it would be awful to sit out there, even after dark. It's still sweltering, as we speak. They played the cure at the resteraunt. Two songs in a row.
After dinner, Theresa took us to Mill St., which is sort of like Thayer, only way bigger. She and Jamie had Coldstone. I saw lots of shiny cool cars, and wanted to point them out or at least take pictures, but couldn't because there was nobody who cares if they're shiny, and I'd forgotten my camera here. We saw one Dunkin Donuts on the way back. Theresa, who goes to school in Boston, tells us that it's the only one she's seen in this state. Score one for AZ. I kept trying to wish on stars, but it's too bright, here, and everything I try to wish on turns out to be an airplane. Or maybe I just have them on the mind, still.
There were a lot more things I wanted to write about, but I had no paper or pen to write with, so I'll have to take better notes, tomorrow. So much to see and do.
And a hard decision to make, when I think I know what's right, but everything makes me wish that somebody were here. God, please grant me the serenety...
I'll figure it out.
Goodnight, everybody. Sweet dreams.
The power was out. Jamie had to pack in the dark, with one light that was plugged into her mom's van, outside. She had underwear in the dryer, so we hung them from the ceiling fan for the night.
(We found out later that there HAD been power, but Jamie's mom hadn't flipped the right switch in the basement.) Adam came over to say bye, and we sat on the couch and talked until I suddenly realized that everyone else had gone to sleep. So we fell asleep on the couch. I've never been so thankful for a mid-night sneeze attack as this morning, because we were supposed to be at the airport in prov by 4:30 a.m., and when I got up, in dire need of a tissue, Adam looked at his watch and realized that it was 4:39. Jamie, ever incapable of waking up, had ignored her alarm an hour earlier. So her mom flew us to the airport, where we were stalled at security, while officers questioned Jamie as to whether or not she was carrying firearms, and wrote a search warrant so that they could open her bag and pull out the one dimensional gun-shaped belt buckle that she'd so intelligently thrown into her bag at the last minute. We literally RAN to the terminal after they called last call for our flight. In any case, we made it.
I found out that I love that first jump as the plane leaves the runway. We went up as the sun did. As we got above the clouds, they looked like cotton candy. From higher up, they looked like an ocean, and it made me think- usually I dream that there are angels sitting on top of those clouds, but here I was, and seeing none, I imagined them within the clouds, like mermaids. And so I was inspired to spend a couple of hours (at least) drawing a mermaid angel. She's not phenominal, but I wanted to draw her with all of my being, and that's what actually matters.
We thought we were on an MTV show when Jamie had breakfast at the Fridays in the Philidelphia airport, but nobody ever came and gave us the hundred dollars we felt we had earned. The rest of the flight was long, but good. It was strange as we got over Arizona, where the land is all flat until a wall of mountains. In RI, all we have are chronic hills.
The first thing that struck me was the dry heat. Jamie's sister said that they're having a 'cold front', which means that it's only been a little over a hundred. There's not too much in the way of vegetation, so there are huge cactuses and palm trees everywhere, and instea of grassy circles and medians, there are designs made of different colored gravel. I saw plants that look like lantana, and I'm not sure if it's my imagination or if I saw chinese lantern growning by the roads, too. Everything is new, here. The architecture is really interesting, because of it, and the roads are all straight N. S. E. and W.
Dusty, Jamie's sister's dog, looks like a muppet. A little, long-haired, white dog, with a curly tail, a big smiling mouth, and big crazed eyes like a stone dragon. I don't call him Dusty. I call him Perv. He was a dirty guy in a past life, and got reincarnated as the dog that he is. I'll go into no further detail, as I'd like to not feel too sketched for sleep.
Jamie's friend, Theresa, took us out to dinner. She was really awesome. So was the resteraunt. It was called Salty Senorita, and the food was almost as good as the atmosphere. Everyone there was young and attractive. This sounds strange, but it's no word of a lie. On all the outdoor patios, there are misters from the awning, because otherwise it would be awful to sit out there, even after dark. It's still sweltering, as we speak. They played the cure at the resteraunt. Two songs in a row.
After dinner, Theresa took us to Mill St., which is sort of like Thayer, only way bigger. She and Jamie had Coldstone. I saw lots of shiny cool cars, and wanted to point them out or at least take pictures, but couldn't because there was nobody who cares if they're shiny, and I'd forgotten my camera here. We saw one Dunkin Donuts on the way back. Theresa, who goes to school in Boston, tells us that it's the only one she's seen in this state. Score one for AZ. I kept trying to wish on stars, but it's too bright, here, and everything I try to wish on turns out to be an airplane. Or maybe I just have them on the mind, still.
There were a lot more things I wanted to write about, but I had no paper or pen to write with, so I'll have to take better notes, tomorrow. So much to see and do.
And a hard decision to make, when I think I know what's right, but everything makes me wish that somebody were here. God, please grant me the serenety...
I'll figure it out.
Goodnight, everybody. Sweet dreams.