Haidresser on Fire

[mellow_georgia]

So I wanted to write an entry about this Raymond Carver book that my sister and I are re-reading, called “Could you please be Quiet Please?” But Carver’s writing usually makes me nostalgic. It is Sunday night, and a lot of my friends are having a gloomy day, and a lot of people I know are feeling nostalgic. Kate is moving out next month, and I’m

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[shoegazed]

Hahahaha! I love you!

[papelessalvajes]

jajjaaa. a ese corte lo conozco!!! me hice cosas parecidas alguna vez.. hoy en día trato de controlar mi relación con la tijera, que sea menos pasional e impulsiva....

que lindo ver tu caritaaa
te extraño
besos

[saemieh]

aahahaa the first one is hilarious!! Carver has been making me feel kind of gloomy too. Then again, I have been feeling gloomy ever since I arrived here. I will try to write in my journal about it if someone promises to comment.

[mellow_georgia]

I promise to comment. Sister promise.

I kept re-reading that one story by Carver, called "The student's wife." I even made Tony read it out loud to me once. I guess it reminds me a lot of relationships getting rusted through time, and people getting lonelier and lonelier despite their years together. But it's Carver who writes it, what else do you expect.

Anyway. I love you pluchis.

[mellow_georgia]

Also. You can't really comment on my bad hair cut sis. Last time I asked you to cut my bangs I ended up looking like Woody the woodpecker.

[cheryllayne]

hey.

i left my phone at josh's house. you remember josh from chess club? anyway all i want to do right now is talk to you on the phone, and i don't have one.

i think my part-time lover is driving down to see me tomorrow night, so that's cool. i also think i should not have drunk caffeine again...i think i am unquit of caffeine just like i am unquit of alcohol. i think i liked myself better when i was straight-edge. but the caffeine is because i've been sleepy all the time.

don't let your boyfriend hog all your time. i like him, but i miss you when you're all davisified.

i can't hang out tomorrow night after boisvert's class...it's my mom's birthday.

i am just sitting here trying to find more things to type to you, because i miss you, but really i have nothing to talk about. see you in the morning.

[mellow_georgia]

One day I was alone and wanting to talk about Hemingway with somebody, and wanting to get drunk with somebody, and wanting to have a non-religious ethical system with somebody, and... I was lonely and I wanted a friend whom I could complain about life with and laugh with and drive around this unreal city with, and I met you.

And now I have somebody I can talk about how much I hate Hemingway with, and how much I cannot handle my life with, and I have someone I can dance and get drunk with and listen to lectures with and complain about classmates with and complain about guys with and play secretary with and play tennis with...because I met you.

Anyway. I'm rambling. see you tommorrow.

[cheryllayne]

haha you know who you sound like? ol' ernest.

i could really use the fantasy world of some fiction right now, but there's no time. or there is time and it isn't hegelian and doesn't synthesize well with my desire to read for pleasure (a pleasurable sorrow)?

sidenote: my part-time lover is going to his girlfriend's house for thanksgiving, so i guess that means he isn't moving in the direction of breaking up with her.

let's plan on hanging out tuesday night after class. just us...it always turns into a party when we hang out, but we should exclude people for once.

[mellow_georgia]

We can be our own party.

[cheryllayne]

carolindissima -

you probably noticed i skipped class.
i tried to find you in the library just now, but i have no idea where your regular spot is.
in case you read this, i'll find you at around five. today is a big event for uncc chess nerddom. we have a visiting expert, and he brought a 4-player chess board.

[mellow_georgia]

Oh! yes, I was wondering why you skipped class.

Well, you know where to find me, at stupid Ritazza. But I cannot hang out tonight: Ethics Bowl homework plus waking up at eight am tomorrow.

Hugs!