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Last night felt pretty unreal. Kathryn came over and ditched her Explorative Writing class so we could get some writing of our own done. What started out as some simple scene sketches turned into chapters worth of plot and a Hell of a lot of character development. We ended up at Starbucks for a quick Chai/Latte and talked for another hour there, then another thirty minutes on my driveway. Afterwards I took a shower and got some stuff done around my room, then called Edwin and was there around 1 am. There's all this construction down here right now that's so annoying and agitating. Frontage Road is all closed up around 27th Ave, and so is the exit from the 101. I don't know why... I started feeling sick and antsy in the car on my way over to his apartment, like something really bad was about to happen. But everything was fine. Actually, truthfully, I was getting this weird feeling like it was somehow related to my dad, which bothered me even more. And today after I got home (after running errands, cleaning at his place/mine) there was a package sitting in front of the door from my brother.
So we brought it in, and I was wondering what in the Hell it could be. Alex didn't mention to me anything on the phone about sending something. I open it up and my heart kind of sank a bit. It was this old leaf project me and my dad did together when I was... 12? Man, I don't know. My emotions have been kind of scattered since Hedda's place in Germany. I've got all of these intense mixed feelings about my mom, and then I've been hit hard a couple of times with stuff about my dad. She had a tape of my dad and my uncle Peter burned me a copy. And now I find myself thinking about it constantly. It's weird to see his face again, but not in a photograph. It makes me feel really happy and really sad at the same time. I can't even begin to explain it.
Getting this thing in the mail was a really harsh blow. I'm glad that I have it - it's a really good memory between me and him. It's neat to see that it survived so well over the years and that there's still some red in the leaves.
But at the same time... I don't know. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised to have gotten something like this in the mail from my brother, since he started moving to Connecticut on Monday. It's a really sweet gesture from him. I'm happy that he gave it back to me and that he held onto it for so long... I gotta call him and tell him thanks.
Also, my mom is taking off to visit him on August 12th. She'll be there for two weeks. So psyched to have the house all to myself and to prove to her that taking care of things is not a big deal, or hard. I have to watch my uncle's pug, too (greeeat). I have nothing against his dog, but it has some weird brittle bone disease and will break it's leg AGAIN if it jumps up. I asked what I should do if that happens and she tries telling me, "It won't happen."
"But what if it does?"
"It won't."
"What IF it does?"
"I guess you just have to take her to the Petsmart here, to the pet hospital. You can't drive to see their vet in Mesa."
Hahaha, awesome.
I called Kelli two days ago and I get to see her tomorrow again for the first time in... two months? Kells, I still can't believe everything you told me that's going on in your life. That's crazy! I can't wait to see you again.
And... I gotta go, or I am going to be late for class.
So we brought it in, and I was wondering what in the Hell it could be. Alex didn't mention to me anything on the phone about sending something. I open it up and my heart kind of sank a bit. It was this old leaf project me and my dad did together when I was... 12? Man, I don't know. My emotions have been kind of scattered since Hedda's place in Germany. I've got all of these intense mixed feelings about my mom, and then I've been hit hard a couple of times with stuff about my dad. She had a tape of my dad and my uncle Peter burned me a copy. And now I find myself thinking about it constantly. It's weird to see his face again, but not in a photograph. It makes me feel really happy and really sad at the same time. I can't even begin to explain it.
Getting this thing in the mail was a really harsh blow. I'm glad that I have it - it's a really good memory between me and him. It's neat to see that it survived so well over the years and that there's still some red in the leaves.
But at the same time... I don't know. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised to have gotten something like this in the mail from my brother, since he started moving to Connecticut on Monday. It's a really sweet gesture from him. I'm happy that he gave it back to me and that he held onto it for so long... I gotta call him and tell him thanks.
Also, my mom is taking off to visit him on August 12th. She'll be there for two weeks. So psyched to have the house all to myself and to prove to her that taking care of things is not a big deal, or hard. I have to watch my uncle's pug, too (greeeat). I have nothing against his dog, but it has some weird brittle bone disease and will break it's leg AGAIN if it jumps up. I asked what I should do if that happens and she tries telling me, "It won't happen."
"But what if it does?"
"It won't."
"What IF it does?"
"I guess you just have to take her to the Petsmart here, to the pet hospital. You can't drive to see their vet in Mesa."
Hahaha, awesome.
I called Kelli two days ago and I get to see her tomorrow again for the first time in... two months? Kells, I still can't believe everything you told me that's going on in your life. That's crazy! I can't wait to see you again.
And... I gotta go, or I am going to be late for class.