it's harder to drive when you're trying not to hit all the drunken students
Yeah, so I'm incredibly lame for being home at night during senior week. It took me forever to leave and then I turned out to be far too sober for those there. There was fun drunken dancing to Britney Spears, and I finally pawned off the rest of my lemon bars, but I definitely was not up for the party hopping. The "Dykes vs. Fags" theme of one almost pulled me, but L1 was a little too drunk for it to be that much fun. I feel as if I should run around being all senior-y, but I'm mostly indifferent to the partying, since I feel as if my senior week was last year, and my kidneys are recently into loudly protesting. I keep on thinking that at some point drunken college parties will gain appeal for me, but that excitement keeps failing to materialize. Or perhaps I just need L2 And Yaz around to astound me with the amounts of alcohol they consume.
L1 and I were sitting on the couch earlier dazed and tired (she from mowing the lawn with our old rusty push mower, me from hopping from advisor's meeting to photographer's to passport office to other advisor meeting without lunch) mock whining about our lack of coolness and it's apparent relation to our lack of senior week party invitations. I then realized that it was quite probable that a year ago today, at oh, say, 11:30 AM, we were sitting on the couch with Yaz and L2, in our pajamas, watching a tape of the Lion King and passing around a bottle of Courvoiser, at which point the boy who Yaz was eyeing (who smoked Yaz & L2 up {while I sat with them, discussing music with the fourth party} in their car the night before) showed up with his friends.
Yes I know how skanky that sounds. In fact, now that I think clearly about it, I was actually sitting around in my underwear, socks and a t-shirt. Oh so classy. Akuna matata. I can't decide if this year is an improvement or not.
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I was biking in the sunshine to hand in a form and out of nowhere came Field Day circa 6th grade. It was quite striking and lovely to hold it up to the light. Fish hat and all. Sometimes the heat makes me think that nothing has changed, and that I'm still the person I want to be. And suddenly I'm 14 and standing by the shore in my blue dress and black boots posing for Johanna, and then we're sitting outside her dance studio eating tripping chicken with our fingers, and L2 and I are wandering in the streets in our slippers determined to find the meteors. Hazy, hazy sun. Camping with my parents. Lying in a field with Silvie. Sun everywhere. And heat, and warm, learning how to shoot arrows into a watermelon...
I'm so happy.
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In more incredibly exciting news, there are thick marker type snakes sunning in the front yard, and a solitary bat stuck in the basement. Well, I find it exciting.
Love is not a victory march/It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
L1 and I were sitting on the couch earlier dazed and tired (she from mowing the lawn with our old rusty push mower, me from hopping from advisor's meeting to photographer's to passport office to other advisor meeting without lunch) mock whining about our lack of coolness and it's apparent relation to our lack of senior week party invitations. I then realized that it was quite probable that a year ago today, at oh, say, 11:30 AM, we were sitting on the couch with Yaz and L2, in our pajamas, watching a tape of the Lion King and passing around a bottle of Courvoiser, at which point the boy who Yaz was eyeing (who smoked Yaz & L2 up {while I sat with them, discussing music with the fourth party} in their car the night before) showed up with his friends.
Yes I know how skanky that sounds. In fact, now that I think clearly about it, I was actually sitting around in my underwear, socks and a t-shirt. Oh so classy. Akuna matata. I can't decide if this year is an improvement or not.
***
I was biking in the sunshine to hand in a form and out of nowhere came Field Day circa 6th grade. It was quite striking and lovely to hold it up to the light. Fish hat and all. Sometimes the heat makes me think that nothing has changed, and that I'm still the person I want to be. And suddenly I'm 14 and standing by the shore in my blue dress and black boots posing for Johanna, and then we're sitting outside her dance studio eating tripping chicken with our fingers, and L2 and I are wandering in the streets in our slippers determined to find the meteors. Hazy, hazy sun. Camping with my parents. Lying in a field with Silvie. Sun everywhere. And heat, and warm, learning how to shoot arrows into a watermelon...
I'm so happy.
***
In more incredibly exciting news, there are thick marker type snakes sunning in the front yard, and a solitary bat stuck in the basement. Well, I find it exciting.
Love is not a victory march/It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah