in times of great boredom
How did I end up in Tuolumne City watching a hardcore show? I have no idea. Lizzy didn't make me go, I wasn't going because some hot guy was supposed to be there. Supporting Nate's cause (juvenile diabetes) was the most natural reason to be there, but I could have just given him the ten dollars if I had really wanted to. So I watched a couple bands play, and stayed until Nate's band played. I thought they were the best to watch. They were really proud of being there, and though they played for like 25 people (including parents and girlfriends) they were lively and showed the most enthusiasim they could.
Wandered down to the flea market at the fairgrounds this afternoon. I came back with a JQ Adams pin. I've got to find a new inside for it, but I think it's the grooviest thing ever. JQ was cool. He thought his job as a judge was better than being president, and that's cool in my boat.
Yesterday I fell asleep face down on the swing in the backyard. It was the most glorious thing I'd done in a while. I got through one paragraph of Henry James before I zonked out for 2 hours.
School is out. I'm just working at the ballpark now. And I'm thinking of buying a new bike that doesn't hurt my ass, my thumbs or isn't too big for me to ride to school. Just the thought of not having to ride the bus at 7:15am and pay $1.50 to do so, and getting exercise (though it is downhill on the way there) makes me happy.
When I come home to Sonora for these short weekends, I feel like I completely forget that I live in San Francisco, and that I've ever left here. It's almost like I woke up from a dream that consisted of the past 5 months. I keep having to remind myself of SF, what I do there, what my apartment looks like. I somehow fall back into a groove in Sonora, and it's like I've never left. My hypothesis is that there is something in the drinking water that draws you back to it (like a huge magnet underground) and that's how people end up coming back to this semi-shithole.
I'm glad I'm stronger than the magnet.
Wandered down to the flea market at the fairgrounds this afternoon. I came back with a JQ Adams pin. I've got to find a new inside for it, but I think it's the grooviest thing ever. JQ was cool. He thought his job as a judge was better than being president, and that's cool in my boat.
Yesterday I fell asleep face down on the swing in the backyard. It was the most glorious thing I'd done in a while. I got through one paragraph of Henry James before I zonked out for 2 hours.
School is out. I'm just working at the ballpark now. And I'm thinking of buying a new bike that doesn't hurt my ass, my thumbs or isn't too big for me to ride to school. Just the thought of not having to ride the bus at 7:15am and pay $1.50 to do so, and getting exercise (though it is downhill on the way there) makes me happy.
When I come home to Sonora for these short weekends, I feel like I completely forget that I live in San Francisco, and that I've ever left here. It's almost like I woke up from a dream that consisted of the past 5 months. I keep having to remind myself of SF, what I do there, what my apartment looks like. I somehow fall back into a groove in Sonora, and it's like I've never left. My hypothesis is that there is something in the drinking water that draws you back to it (like a huge magnet underground) and that's how people end up coming back to this semi-shithole.
I'm glad I'm stronger than the magnet.