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i haven't signed onto multiple internet applications in over a month. today, i signed onto AIM for the first time in i have no idea how long. i have things categorized in the same way i did when i used to frequently use AIM like 5 years ago. i have a "<3" section, which apparently has 5 people in it. I have a "NY" section, an "ATL" section, a "goldfriends" section, and a "blah" section. of course no one is online - or everyone is idle. i see a name in my "<3" section and don't recognize the name, but i figure if they were put into my "<3" section that i love them a whole lot. so, i spend 10 minutes realizing that it's an old random screen name that i built years ago that somehow got linked to the name i usually use. smart. that's how lonely i was. i spent 10 minutes trying to talk to myself.
steven is in school until 10:30 on monday and wednesday nights now. i still don't do very well without a warm body next to me.
yesterday, i found two very important people who i'd lost touch with for quite some time. the wonders of the internet...
one was the first "boyfriend" i ever had - as babies, we grew up a few houses down from each other and our moms were best friends. nearly every baby picture of me has him in it. we've spent 2 days writing novels back to each other catching up on our whole lives.
the second was my friend derek james from the victory records chat room i used to go to when i was 15/16. the kids i met in that chat are still some of the most awesome people i've ever met in my whole life. by using a search engine and looking for "punk chat," you were directed to the victory records chat room. i'd never seen a chat room before. we had super slow dial-up and i wasn't really sure how email worked yet. i used to sit on that chat room after school for hours. we'd all mail each other mix tapes. we mailed photos and traded books. sometimes we'd talk on the phone. i met many in person years later. i kissed a few. i still keep in touch with most. but derek was amazing... one of the only people who i just felt this amazing friendship with and whose innocence i loved. we'd talk on the phone about his love for a girl at his school who he was too scared to talk to. he made her a mix tape and sent it to me instead - with her name on the tape label - because he was too scared to give it to her. i hated boys after going through a messy breakup with my 2-year high school boyfriend, but he renewed my faith because he was scared and trusting and humble. he's in 2 bands now: 1 on the label Secretly Canadian (home of Antony & the Johnsons, damien jurado, jens lekman, etc...) - "David Vandervelde" and another with ex-members of The Convocation Of... and Zwan - "Entrance" (/the entrance band)... so, there goes the 10 degrees of separation that i'd always hoped to keep far away from with billy corgan. anyway, he is still amazing. still sweet and humble and caring.
i've traveled a lot lately with my new job. nyc earlier this month, miami earlier this week, chicago in a couple of weeks. san diego early in 2009, and again a couple of months later. seattle, san jose, austin, and maybe philly (!!) next year already on my calendar... i'm sure something else will come up for december, too. it's so nice getting to travel on someone else's buck. staying in hotels i could never otherwise afford, catching up on phone calls, listening to crazed philadelphia street life 1,000 miles away while looking out over the lights of downtown miami. incidentally, i hated miami.
i hope steven comes home any minute before i have the chance to wallow any further into self pity.
steven is in school until 10:30 on monday and wednesday nights now. i still don't do very well without a warm body next to me.
yesterday, i found two very important people who i'd lost touch with for quite some time. the wonders of the internet...
one was the first "boyfriend" i ever had - as babies, we grew up a few houses down from each other and our moms were best friends. nearly every baby picture of me has him in it. we've spent 2 days writing novels back to each other catching up on our whole lives.
the second was my friend derek james from the victory records chat room i used to go to when i was 15/16. the kids i met in that chat are still some of the most awesome people i've ever met in my whole life. by using a search engine and looking for "punk chat," you were directed to the victory records chat room. i'd never seen a chat room before. we had super slow dial-up and i wasn't really sure how email worked yet. i used to sit on that chat room after school for hours. we'd all mail each other mix tapes. we mailed photos and traded books. sometimes we'd talk on the phone. i met many in person years later. i kissed a few. i still keep in touch with most. but derek was amazing... one of the only people who i just felt this amazing friendship with and whose innocence i loved. we'd talk on the phone about his love for a girl at his school who he was too scared to talk to. he made her a mix tape and sent it to me instead - with her name on the tape label - because he was too scared to give it to her. i hated boys after going through a messy breakup with my 2-year high school boyfriend, but he renewed my faith because he was scared and trusting and humble. he's in 2 bands now: 1 on the label Secretly Canadian (home of Antony & the Johnsons, damien jurado, jens lekman, etc...) - "David Vandervelde" and another with ex-members of The Convocation Of... and Zwan - "Entrance" (/the entrance band)... so, there goes the 10 degrees of separation that i'd always hoped to keep far away from with billy corgan. anyway, he is still amazing. still sweet and humble and caring.
i've traveled a lot lately with my new job. nyc earlier this month, miami earlier this week, chicago in a couple of weeks. san diego early in 2009, and again a couple of months later. seattle, san jose, austin, and maybe philly (!!) next year already on my calendar... i'm sure something else will come up for december, too. it's so nice getting to travel on someone else's buck. staying in hotels i could never otherwise afford, catching up on phone calls, listening to crazed philadelphia street life 1,000 miles away while looking out over the lights of downtown miami. incidentally, i hated miami.
i hope steven comes home any minute before i have the chance to wallow any further into self pity.