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happy happy summer!
except for all the melancholy!
the weather is making me happy and sunburnt!
all the band kids left for a week. i keep trying to call up katie or someone and then catch myself mid-dial. but i refuse to rely on others for my happiness. annie and i have made a few plans for the next few days. yoga session in dover, get in shape and run every morning. the latter i cant see happening but oh i have wanted to try yoga for so long! anyone who wants to join us, by the way...let me know.
colin left for st pauls today...well yesterday. a lot of things were left unsaid, undiscussed. it made me sad. the past 3 days ive done everything i can to control my emotion around him but last night the hot tears finally spilled, just a little. i painted him something, it spauned from me feeling sad and painting to dull my sadness...so i guess it belonged to him. the painting was very summery; i ended up liking it. hopefully ill be able to visit next sunday, work permitting.
my dad is leaving for germany/italy on sunday. ill probably be staying at his house to mind kitty...and so i wont have screaming teary eyed fights with my mom every 20 minutes.ugh! sept 4...only until sept 4...
i just got back from a rusted root concert. it was very good! they werent too jammy as i had feared, tight, played what we came to hear. unfortunately i have a stalker now though. i was dancing with annie, when this friggin black guy comes up, and starts dancing with me. keep in mind hippy band concerts are full of super friendly people who ARENT creepy. so we exchange names, his name is like earnest or something weird. hes from jamaica, he plays for new england revolution. wow cool! so he proceeds to dance with me, i find out hes sort of 28 and i can now smell alcohol on his breath. but still very sweet. then he leads me off away from mom and annie and starts DIRTY dancing with me. hippy concerts are supposed to be hippy dancing, not nasty butt grinding. so gently i tell him to cut it out...and suddenly his english becomes not so good and he keeps it up...i dont like to be mean to people and be blunt and say "get the hell away" so...i know im stupid... he got my phone number and wont. stop. calling me. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww so when i came home i went to the NE revolution website and hes...not on the roster hahah the end :-)
but back to the good news...i just bought a really awesome pair of new shoes, i got a $50 gift certificate to an art supply store and a load of graduation money, aaaaaaaand im looking forward to that deeelicious dinner someone Still owes me ;-)
except for all the melancholy!
the weather is making me happy and sunburnt!
all the band kids left for a week. i keep trying to call up katie or someone and then catch myself mid-dial. but i refuse to rely on others for my happiness. annie and i have made a few plans for the next few days. yoga session in dover, get in shape and run every morning. the latter i cant see happening but oh i have wanted to try yoga for so long! anyone who wants to join us, by the way...let me know.
colin left for st pauls today...well yesterday. a lot of things were left unsaid, undiscussed. it made me sad. the past 3 days ive done everything i can to control my emotion around him but last night the hot tears finally spilled, just a little. i painted him something, it spauned from me feeling sad and painting to dull my sadness...so i guess it belonged to him. the painting was very summery; i ended up liking it. hopefully ill be able to visit next sunday, work permitting.
my dad is leaving for germany/italy on sunday. ill probably be staying at his house to mind kitty...and so i wont have screaming teary eyed fights with my mom every 20 minutes.ugh! sept 4...only until sept 4...
i just got back from a rusted root concert. it was very good! they werent too jammy as i had feared, tight, played what we came to hear. unfortunately i have a stalker now though. i was dancing with annie, when this friggin black guy comes up, and starts dancing with me. keep in mind hippy band concerts are full of super friendly people who ARENT creepy. so we exchange names, his name is like earnest or something weird. hes from jamaica, he plays for new england revolution. wow cool! so he proceeds to dance with me, i find out hes sort of 28 and i can now smell alcohol on his breath. but still very sweet. then he leads me off away from mom and annie and starts DIRTY dancing with me. hippy concerts are supposed to be hippy dancing, not nasty butt grinding. so gently i tell him to cut it out...and suddenly his english becomes not so good and he keeps it up...i dont like to be mean to people and be blunt and say "get the hell away" so...i know im stupid... he got my phone number and wont. stop. calling me. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww so when i came home i went to the NE revolution website and hes...not on the roster hahah the end :-)
but back to the good news...i just bought a really awesome pair of new shoes, i got a $50 gift certificate to an art supply store and a load of graduation money, aaaaaaaand im looking forward to that deeelicious dinner someone Still owes me ;-)