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So I haven't updated my livejournal in a long time. I'm in a big internet mood, though. I've been looking at colleges and requesting cataloges from every single one. Ones that don't send out print catalogs anymore because all of the same information is available on the website annoy me. Yeah, it saves paper. But ahh, to smell the learning in a cataloge. To judge the school by the fonts and the layouts, even the kind of paper. That's something that, to me, can't be replaced.
I'm leaving Austin to go home on Saturday. Overall, I've had a really good vacation. I saw Josh, who I hadn't seen since eighth grade, and I thought he looked exactly the same even though he told me that he had grown 7 inches. I jumped my first fence, and went swimming at 2 am in somebody else's clothes. I walked around so long that I got blisters, and I got lost in traffic many times. I smoked pot sitting on a curb right downtown, listening to live jazz. I went to two of Joey's softball games, cheered and watched his puppy jump and bark at everything. I saw the largest urban bat population fly in my face, and walked with my dad under the congress bridge, watching the blue lights twinkle on the water. We saw the Greencards play at the Shady Grove and I was absolutely spellbound. I went to the Spiderhouse at midnight and got a vegan peanut butter cup. I rode the 'Dillo and I threw pennies into the street and waited, bet on which cars would hit them. I swam in Barton Springs, even got Chris to lay out in the sun with me. My dad took Chris and me to South Padre Island. I had never been, and it was the most beautiful beach I'd ever seen. I ate shrimp and Chris and I lied together on a florescent raft in the ocean, washing up on the shore without realizing it. We walked through hotels we wern't paying for and walked on their private beaches, sat in their hot tub. We went to Mexico and walked the streets, sweating and drinking margaritas. I bought a bottle of licor de coco for $5.50 (actually, I think Chris bought it for me), two pipes, a postcard, and a poster. I wanted to buy a tiny guitar, and when I touched it the lady vendor encouraged me in spanish, but I was worried about taking it on the plane. Back in Austin, on Chris' and my 6 month anniversary, we went to Guero's and saw March of the Penguins, which is absolutely adorable, and very emotional. We sat in a foto booth before the movie and took a silly strip of us together surrounded by bubbly hearts. At night, we would drink together and I would make him watch Degrassi; he would make me watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force. We spent a few days driving around, looking for something to do. He bought us both very colorful, almost clown-like and absolutely spectaculaire bongs. He came with me shopping at urban outfitters and we ate at Taco Cabana.
The day after Chris left, I went to visit my Granny Lady in Crockett (population..very small). We went antique shopping and did more crossword puzzles than I have ever done in my entire life. I read two Mitch Albom books in two of her "rest times" and I drank a very large amount of both my hidden liquor and wine with her at night. Most of the time, we gossiped about people I didn't know and she made me very uncomfortable with her racist and otherwise socially unacceptable comments. She gave me jars of homemade pickles when I left, and I was incredibly relieved to get into the car with Joey and ride back to Austin. Since then, I've been sitting around, shopping, and thinking about college. Last night my dad and I went to a Cindy Sheehan candlelight vigil on the Lamar St. pedestrian bridge. Our candles were constantly threatened by the wind, and we had to be extremely careful to keep them lit. There were about 700-800 people there, and a lady that I couldn't see yelled into the very small p.a. that it was the second-largest one in the nation. The local news acted like there were about ten people and two dogs. But we did get two bumper stickers. "How many lives per gallon?" and "Bush is a punk-ass chump". The second is actually kind of popular in Austin, which is a good example of why Austin is my favorite place. Tonight, dad and I ate chips and queso and saw a band whose name I can't remember at Jovito's.
I think that it's about time to go home. I really miss Chris. Being close to him, sleeping in his bed. Watching comedy central on his tiny tv and his doorbell, which i never even liked. I miss his mom and Bobby and looking in his freezer for ice cream. I miss scratching his beard and making fun of him for playing World of Warcraft. I can't wait to see him at the airport.
I miss my mom, Betty Z Puppy and Chloe Kitty, Will and Travis...I miss Blacksburg things. Friends and their houses, going for smoke rides and drinking in crowded rooms filled with people I know.
I'm leaving Austin to go home on Saturday. Overall, I've had a really good vacation. I saw Josh, who I hadn't seen since eighth grade, and I thought he looked exactly the same even though he told me that he had grown 7 inches. I jumped my first fence, and went swimming at 2 am in somebody else's clothes. I walked around so long that I got blisters, and I got lost in traffic many times. I smoked pot sitting on a curb right downtown, listening to live jazz. I went to two of Joey's softball games, cheered and watched his puppy jump and bark at everything. I saw the largest urban bat population fly in my face, and walked with my dad under the congress bridge, watching the blue lights twinkle on the water. We saw the Greencards play at the Shady Grove and I was absolutely spellbound. I went to the Spiderhouse at midnight and got a vegan peanut butter cup. I rode the 'Dillo and I threw pennies into the street and waited, bet on which cars would hit them. I swam in Barton Springs, even got Chris to lay out in the sun with me. My dad took Chris and me to South Padre Island. I had never been, and it was the most beautiful beach I'd ever seen. I ate shrimp and Chris and I lied together on a florescent raft in the ocean, washing up on the shore without realizing it. We walked through hotels we wern't paying for and walked on their private beaches, sat in their hot tub. We went to Mexico and walked the streets, sweating and drinking margaritas. I bought a bottle of licor de coco for $5.50 (actually, I think Chris bought it for me), two pipes, a postcard, and a poster. I wanted to buy a tiny guitar, and when I touched it the lady vendor encouraged me in spanish, but I was worried about taking it on the plane. Back in Austin, on Chris' and my 6 month anniversary, we went to Guero's and saw March of the Penguins, which is absolutely adorable, and very emotional. We sat in a foto booth before the movie and took a silly strip of us together surrounded by bubbly hearts. At night, we would drink together and I would make him watch Degrassi; he would make me watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force. We spent a few days driving around, looking for something to do. He bought us both very colorful, almost clown-like and absolutely spectaculaire bongs. He came with me shopping at urban outfitters and we ate at Taco Cabana.
The day after Chris left, I went to visit my Granny Lady in Crockett (population..very small). We went antique shopping and did more crossword puzzles than I have ever done in my entire life. I read two Mitch Albom books in two of her "rest times" and I drank a very large amount of both my hidden liquor and wine with her at night. Most of the time, we gossiped about people I didn't know and she made me very uncomfortable with her racist and otherwise socially unacceptable comments. She gave me jars of homemade pickles when I left, and I was incredibly relieved to get into the car with Joey and ride back to Austin. Since then, I've been sitting around, shopping, and thinking about college. Last night my dad and I went to a Cindy Sheehan candlelight vigil on the Lamar St. pedestrian bridge. Our candles were constantly threatened by the wind, and we had to be extremely careful to keep them lit. There were about 700-800 people there, and a lady that I couldn't see yelled into the very small p.a. that it was the second-largest one in the nation. The local news acted like there were about ten people and two dogs. But we did get two bumper stickers. "How many lives per gallon?" and "Bush is a punk-ass chump". The second is actually kind of popular in Austin, which is a good example of why Austin is my favorite place. Tonight, dad and I ate chips and queso and saw a band whose name I can't remember at Jovito's.
I think that it's about time to go home. I really miss Chris. Being close to him, sleeping in his bed. Watching comedy central on his tiny tv and his doorbell, which i never even liked. I miss his mom and Bobby and looking in his freezer for ice cream. I miss scratching his beard and making fun of him for playing World of Warcraft. I can't wait to see him at the airport.
I miss my mom, Betty Z Puppy and Chloe Kitty, Will and Travis...I miss Blacksburg things. Friends and their houses, going for smoke rides and drinking in crowded rooms filled with people I know.