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I'm awake. I'm sitting in my picturesque room, in the dark. I am totally in love with everyone right now. I was just looking at photos and thinking about how lucky i am to be hanging out with the very coolest people on earth, from my brothers to my albuquerque friends to my whitman friends. I mean, damn. I know this is silly...but it's really true.
It's about time that I get beyond the point of "man, i wish my friends could be here" to the "fuck this, where is brett?" and it's almost sad and my eyes want to cry, but I'm listening to Hallelujah and am sort of melancholic but also half giddy. I don't know.
I had a dream yesterday that Emily Davis had a baby and was pushing it all over whitman campus. Then all of a sudden I was walking down silver (like, from amherst towards richmond) with Luis and Samuel and we ran into Fish/Variable....or saw him anyway and turned the other direction, knowing fully that i'd have to interact at some point, whether bumping into him on the street or in the restaurant that we both wound up in because I turned around. Who knows. There was a lot of other shit in this dream, but I don't remember it right now.
So, I am continually pleased with my haircut. I liked my old hair....kinda....but i find that i'm not missing it. Maybe that's just because everyone is so complimentary (thanks!) about my new 'do.
Sam and I hung out with Desirae and Olivia (and Desirae's mom) last night. Can I just say that Olivia is fucking HUGE. This baby is 9 months old (how did that happen?) and big and beautiful and really, really smart. Dang, Desirae, you've done well.
Today I hang out with CHAD. Incase you didn't know, i haven't really hung out with Chad for any substantial period of time in what has essentially been one million years. I am excited. He's going to show me his apartment and everything. Maybe now i'll be able to see his life.
I am reading a bunch. It feels nice. Leisure reading? Who am i kidding? Actually, that's exactly what it is. I just finished a memoir of this punk girl's unlikely year as a stripper in minnesota. Now i'm reading the Feminine Mystique and Housekeeping. After that, I will read Thomas Pynchon's (ie: God's) 773 page epic Mason & Dixon. Wooo.
Also, I went to serendipity yesterday and found out that instead of working the 7:30a to 1:30p shift in the 4-year-olds-room, they want me from 12p to 5:30p in the Kindergart\en room. This carries some positive (not having to be up at a ridiculous hour every day) and some negative (I can't work any shifts at the co-op in unless I work on the weekends too, which means that I won't get my grocery discount back....le sigh.) But, i've also applied (now) to be a part-time nanny/housekeeper in the north valley 2-3 days a week in the mornings. Who knows what will pan out. I may end up being a pizza delivery girl. Even though i don't techincally have a (reliable) car.
I'm going to go enjoy my life now....
love,
lucy
It's about time that I get beyond the point of "man, i wish my friends could be here" to the "fuck this, where is brett?" and it's almost sad and my eyes want to cry, but I'm listening to Hallelujah and am sort of melancholic but also half giddy. I don't know.
I had a dream yesterday that Emily Davis had a baby and was pushing it all over whitman campus. Then all of a sudden I was walking down silver (like, from amherst towards richmond) with Luis and Samuel and we ran into Fish/Variable....or saw him anyway and turned the other direction, knowing fully that i'd have to interact at some point, whether bumping into him on the street or in the restaurant that we both wound up in because I turned around. Who knows. There was a lot of other shit in this dream, but I don't remember it right now.
So, I am continually pleased with my haircut. I liked my old hair....kinda....but i find that i'm not missing it. Maybe that's just because everyone is so complimentary (thanks!) about my new 'do.
Sam and I hung out with Desirae and Olivia (and Desirae's mom) last night. Can I just say that Olivia is fucking HUGE. This baby is 9 months old (how did that happen?) and big and beautiful and really, really smart. Dang, Desirae, you've done well.
Today I hang out with CHAD. Incase you didn't know, i haven't really hung out with Chad for any substantial period of time in what has essentially been one million years. I am excited. He's going to show me his apartment and everything. Maybe now i'll be able to see his life.
I am reading a bunch. It feels nice. Leisure reading? Who am i kidding? Actually, that's exactly what it is. I just finished a memoir of this punk girl's unlikely year as a stripper in minnesota. Now i'm reading the Feminine Mystique and Housekeeping. After that, I will read Thomas Pynchon's (ie: God's) 773 page epic Mason & Dixon. Wooo.
Also, I went to serendipity yesterday and found out that instead of working the 7:30a to 1:30p shift in the 4-year-olds-room, they want me from 12p to 5:30p in the Kindergart\en room. This carries some positive (not having to be up at a ridiculous hour every day) and some negative (I can't work any shifts at the co-op in unless I work on the weekends too, which means that I won't get my grocery discount back....le sigh.) But, i've also applied (now) to be a part-time nanny/housekeeper in the north valley 2-3 days a week in the mornings. Who knows what will pan out. I may end up being a pizza delivery girl. Even though i don't techincally have a (reliable) car.
I'm going to go enjoy my life now....
love,
lucy