Imaginary Conversations
Packing up everything you own makes you come across some pretty bizarre stuff. I've found journals from high school and books I haven't seen since the sixth grade. As I was leafing through a journal from my senior year, I had the sudden urge to turn to the very last page and what should I find?
I'd forgotten that for fun we'd scripted out an entire make believe conversation to one George Zmitko, a farm boy who I didn't like for his intelligence or wit, I just thought he looked cute in a feminish way. The following is the script as best I could decipher it from Autumn's hand in the back of my journal. Words in () denote words that were scratched out in a hasty edit and words in {} are my own.
"Hello is George home?"
{If no} "When do you expect he'll be back? Alrighty, {classic Autumn} I'll call back later. This is Amber. AMBER RIVADA. Thanks buh-bye."
{If yes} "Oh I didn't recognize you. You sound different over the phone. (Is your cousin Kevin there? Yes?) By the way, are you related to Kevin Zmitko? Ah. How's your summer been? I just thought I'd give you a call to see what you've been up to. Do you recognize my voice? Do you know who I am? {God I am so glad we did NOT go through with this call} You don't? You've forgotten me! C'mon, think about it real quick. You honestly don't know? Guess? Guess."
-1-2-3-
"Ok you obviously can't recall. Tell you what, I'm sure it will dawn on you by the end of this conversation. Well look - I just wanted to (tell) (inform) ask you if something was true. It's about your cousin Kevin. It really distubed me to hear that he'll pour gas on stray cats and kittens and set them on fire. I even heard about how he'll strangle them- more than one person has told me about it because they know I totally adore cats and they knew it would infuriate me. Have you ever heard of him doing that? You don't do that by any chance do you?"
"Haha ok. Well you talk to him about it. Ok well I guess I should let you go - you probably have work to do, am I not right? What do you do anyway? Work in the fields? How late do you work? Wow, well don't work to hard. I just wanted to bring (that animal abuse) that cat thing to your attention and well, you know, maybe I jumped at the chance of the excuse to call you because I kinda like you - I DON'T KNOW."
"Oh, can I ask you one more question? Would you give me an honest answer? Would it bother you if I (was) were to call you back and talk with you again sometime? Thanks alot. Later (something that looks suspiciously like fag)."
***
We're moving next week, and I'm spending the last few hours ever in the house where I grew up. Don't ask me what it feels like because unless you've seen your five year old ghost self run around you and vanish up the stairs while you haul the last of the trinkets and baubles you can bear to part with the porch to be rummaged through by strangers, you just won't get it. I've even put my beautiful wrought iron furniture up for sale in the hopes that it will bring in those much needed extra dollars for the move.
I can't think of anything else to say.
I'd forgotten that for fun we'd scripted out an entire make believe conversation to one George Zmitko, a farm boy who I didn't like for his intelligence or wit, I just thought he looked cute in a feminish way. The following is the script as best I could decipher it from Autumn's hand in the back of my journal. Words in () denote words that were scratched out in a hasty edit and words in {} are my own.
"Hello is George home?"
{If no} "When do you expect he'll be back? Alrighty, {classic Autumn} I'll call back later. This is Amber. AMBER RIVADA. Thanks buh-bye."
{If yes} "Oh I didn't recognize you. You sound different over the phone. (Is your cousin Kevin there? Yes?) By the way, are you related to Kevin Zmitko? Ah. How's your summer been? I just thought I'd give you a call to see what you've been up to. Do you recognize my voice? Do you know who I am? {God I am so glad we did NOT go through with this call} You don't? You've forgotten me! C'mon, think about it real quick. You honestly don't know? Guess? Guess."
-1-2-3-
"Ok you obviously can't recall. Tell you what, I'm sure it will dawn on you by the end of this conversation. Well look - I just wanted to (tell) (inform) ask you if something was true. It's about your cousin Kevin. It really distubed me to hear that he'll pour gas on stray cats and kittens and set them on fire. I even heard about how he'll strangle them- more than one person has told me about it because they know I totally adore cats and they knew it would infuriate me. Have you ever heard of him doing that? You don't do that by any chance do you?"
"Haha ok. Well you talk to him about it. Ok well I guess I should let you go - you probably have work to do, am I not right? What do you do anyway? Work in the fields? How late do you work? Wow, well don't work to hard. I just wanted to bring (that animal abuse) that cat thing to your attention and well, you know, maybe I jumped at the chance of the excuse to call you because I kinda like you - I DON'T KNOW."
"Oh, can I ask you one more question? Would you give me an honest answer? Would it bother you if I (was) were to call you back and talk with you again sometime? Thanks alot. Later (something that looks suspiciously like fag)."
***
We're moving next week, and I'm spending the last few hours ever in the house where I grew up. Don't ask me what it feels like because unless you've seen your five year old ghost self run around you and vanish up the stairs while you haul the last of the trinkets and baubles you can bear to part with the porch to be rummaged through by strangers, you just won't get it. I've even put my beautiful wrought iron furniture up for sale in the hopes that it will bring in those much needed extra dollars for the move.
I can't think of anything else to say.