backwards entry
I'm going on a raging wikipedia bender. I've got about 12 or 15 windows open, and I'm gleaning them one by one. Nevermind that the Tristan Tzara page may very well have been written by some kid who just finished with his Dada lesson in intro to art history that day, I can't stop myself from the ridiculously easy to acquire information. So many blue phrases to click on...
It's been one of my better days. Woke up, lazed around, went out for coffee, read Virginia Woolf (i'm in love with virginia woolf) and scribbled down random thoughts. AND, I got my very own library card today at bloomington public library. It took some doing, but my membership is now represented by the cards in my wallet and on my keychain. glorious.
I went to Children's Memorial Hospital yesterday, site of several years of testing and monitoring, followed ultimately by my surgery last december. Its a little strange, a little endearing to be me in a children's hospital; looking at the multiple blood pressure cuff sizes in a room, the crayon drawings, spongebob in the waiting rooms, mcdonald's in the basement, little painted traintracks on the floor leading from the elevator to the reception desks. Getting blood tests at the end of the day: "Hold still now honey, you're going to feel a little stick from this needle in 3,2,1, there you go, you're being very brave *pause* sorry, I'm used to working with kids all day" "No i understand, you have a routine. I won't ask you to shake out of it for me" "*smile* thanks. so what are you, in college?" I didn't notice until the drive home that I had a snoopy bandaid on my arm.
I had a general check-up due, so I drove to Chicago the night before and crashed with Kenny. He took me to a bar which had some kind of comedy night, where I witnessed a few disasters easier to stand after a few drinks. The first was an improv group kenny had just started working with (every member of which had been drinking except for him) another improv group coincidentally featuring his roommate Addle (one member of which had been drinking to the point of incoherency and insisted in being in every scene) and then an open mic routine of stand-ups, each of whom was either tipsy, terrible, too quick for the drunk crowd to understand, or some combination of the three. But then we went home and made fun of glory road, so it was all ok in the end.
This was all after my first weekend back at earlham. Although at first worried that it might end up feeling more than a little awkward, I actually had about as fantastic a time as I could have hoped. I'm getting a little burnt out on this entry, so I'll just hurry up with it and say there was a little drinking, a lot of hugging, some crazy nostalgia and happy good times. It makes me a little pissed off at my current situation, in this place where there's not really any love or support outside of my parents, but happy to remember that I still do actually have friends. There are still people who are generally interested in my well being, confident in my intelligence and ability to do great things. I was starting to forget that.
It's been one of my better days. Woke up, lazed around, went out for coffee, read Virginia Woolf (i'm in love with virginia woolf) and scribbled down random thoughts. AND, I got my very own library card today at bloomington public library. It took some doing, but my membership is now represented by the cards in my wallet and on my keychain. glorious.
I went to Children's Memorial Hospital yesterday, site of several years of testing and monitoring, followed ultimately by my surgery last december. Its a little strange, a little endearing to be me in a children's hospital; looking at the multiple blood pressure cuff sizes in a room, the crayon drawings, spongebob in the waiting rooms, mcdonald's in the basement, little painted traintracks on the floor leading from the elevator to the reception desks. Getting blood tests at the end of the day: "Hold still now honey, you're going to feel a little stick from this needle in 3,2,1, there you go, you're being very brave *pause* sorry, I'm used to working with kids all day" "No i understand, you have a routine. I won't ask you to shake out of it for me" "*smile* thanks. so what are you, in college?" I didn't notice until the drive home that I had a snoopy bandaid on my arm.
I had a general check-up due, so I drove to Chicago the night before and crashed with Kenny. He took me to a bar which had some kind of comedy night, where I witnessed a few disasters easier to stand after a few drinks. The first was an improv group kenny had just started working with (every member of which had been drinking except for him) another improv group coincidentally featuring his roommate Addle (one member of which had been drinking to the point of incoherency and insisted in being in every scene) and then an open mic routine of stand-ups, each of whom was either tipsy, terrible, too quick for the drunk crowd to understand, or some combination of the three. But then we went home and made fun of glory road, so it was all ok in the end.
This was all after my first weekend back at earlham. Although at first worried that it might end up feeling more than a little awkward, I actually had about as fantastic a time as I could have hoped. I'm getting a little burnt out on this entry, so I'll just hurry up with it and say there was a little drinking, a lot of hugging, some crazy nostalgia and happy good times. It makes me a little pissed off at my current situation, in this place where there's not really any love or support outside of my parents, but happy to remember that I still do actually have friends. There are still people who are generally interested in my well being, confident in my intelligence and ability to do great things. I was starting to forget that.