This weekend consisted of: Brett, Alicia, Ryan, Madeline, Julie, Mike Fitz, Geoff, and Mike Saunders. Thank God for all those people, really.
Brett, Alicia, Ryan, Julie and I went to Macaroni Grill where we drew on the tablecloth and laughed too much. Then we rode the metro and enjoyed each other's company, and Alicia and I danced to "Pounding" by Doves. We drove the boys to Ryan's and picked up Madeline and were just lovely together. We stayed up late talking and woke up and watched Ghostworld. I am so glad I have some girl friends now that I can talk to, and laugh with, and feel comfortable around. It is getting better all the time.
So, basically, I just realized that Brett leaves in about four days, and then I won't see him for six weeks. Approximately. So, basically, I am going to be in a bad mood all week. Just to give everyone a head's up, and everything.
Today I came home around two, and got my car keys taken away for some ungodly reason. I wrote two history essays, and finished The Book of Laughter and Forgetting by Milan Kundera. Then I looked through Vogue and listened to Eisely.
I wish my mom would hurry up and come home, for once, so she can get my car keys back for me.
She didn’t want to
Stand
When her feet
Refused to hold her
So she
Resorted
To makeshift shoes
Wings
And became non-familiar
With car exhaust
And cement
But the pavement
Always won
Even when
She had nothing to
Lose
Except her blood
But it kept circulating
So she moved
Forward
In some disillusioned direction
Always the same
Always a circle
With some redundant trajectory path
Unknown and known
Where pie and numbers and
Mathematics
And model airplanes
Don’t matter
Because she knew
As long as you breathe
You can fly