I don't have the energy for a journal entry after all this but I feel too good to not post something.
Working backwards:
I saw my sister and her husband after the long drive home with my mom. For some reason seeing my sister converse with my mother in the way that two people do when they see each other almost daily was comforting yet strange to me. I hope my sister asks for my help with cleaning her house, I think it would be fun. I wish I knew things the way they are.
I had a three hour drive home with my mom, during which I spent a lot of time being halfway in tears. I don't like thinking about the fact that my grandmother is senile and my grandpa had eye surgury for cataracts. I don't like when she talks about dying as if she's ready for it to happen because of her religion. It makes me sad that I am living in LA.
I went christmas shopping with my mom today. Something snapped this year, and the siblings in my fam. aren't going to gift each other, only one person each from a drawing. I spent my sweet time picking out what I hope is a good gift for the person I drew. I also had more time and energy to think about the current children of the family without that overwhelming feeling of what to get everyone. I think it worked out really well.
I went to Nate's show, for his band Adaine. They are really awesome. I was super impressed, it's one thing to hear about your friend's band and back them up from a distance, but it is another thing to hear and enjoy the music and their stage presence. Much fun.
I saw my good friend Mike. The only person from my hometown that I can consider a good friend. From the moment I saw him on the street I was beaming with a smile that could not be stopped, he has that much positive energy flowing from him (also he looks like Conrad Birdie from the movie). He gave me a kazoo and a home-made button. We went to his girlfriends house and made christmas cards from magazine clippings and construction paper. We shot marshmallows out of giant guns made from pvc pipes. We talked about the universe and everyone I knew growing up. I left there feeling completely refreshed and ready to spread goodness.
I can't wait to reunite with my wife in LA. I bought her Christmas present. I am ready for fun times and non-stop happy tivo. I just want her to be smiley.
I saw Nate, and Joe. at the same time. Joe's new band performed. I don't want to say too much about it. I recognized one of the songs though I had never ever heard this band before, and it definitely wasn't a cover.
Still trying to figure out what's up with that.
Then I ate fucking delicious filet, a treat to myself for christmas. Thanks, me.
I saw Zan, and also Storm, and also Selena and Miss Mona, and all the beautiful girls of Portland that seem to hang out at Dante's on Wed. But first and foremost Zan. I showed him the great thing about Bye Bye Birdie. We ate food, I complained about aging. I remember when I started on this website, I felt so freaking young and unstoppable. Now I watch what I eat just like they said I would, not because of weight gain but because of feeling gross and headaches and gastrointestinal complications. I go to sleep at usually the same time every night and have a practically impenetrable schedule. I drink wine that isn't infused with artificial fruit flavor and I have decided that converse are too uncomfortable to wear daily without insoles. I love zan, he helps me take this as it is. He hasn't stopped living and growing and getting better and being decent.
The flight to Portland was interesting. There were a lot of people for me to try to figure out. The kid across the aisle from me had poor posture and picked at himself. He ate hunched over the fold-down tray and read a book like he was incredibly near sighted. I felt like I was looking at an evil version of myself. I spent a lot of time looking and thinking, and not much else, a stewardess that looked a little too fashionable made me slightly nervous with her coolness. She took a curt tone with me when I forgot to pay her five dollars for the jack n coke. It kinda scared me.
For some reason LAX smelled of farts. I kept trying to figure out who it was, but it seemed like it was everywhere. There were a lot of people there though, perhaps all of them gassy.
So close to getting my work finished on time. Such a disappointment.
xoxo
erin
Remember, it's backwards.
I miss LA and Sean and Kitty and Reagan and the office. It will be good to be home, but not yet.
Working backwards:
I saw my sister and her husband after the long drive home with my mom. For some reason seeing my sister converse with my mother in the way that two people do when they see each other almost daily was comforting yet strange to me. I hope my sister asks for my help with cleaning her house, I think it would be fun. I wish I knew things the way they are.
I had a three hour drive home with my mom, during which I spent a lot of time being halfway in tears. I don't like thinking about the fact that my grandmother is senile and my grandpa had eye surgury for cataracts. I don't like when she talks about dying as if she's ready for it to happen because of her religion. It makes me sad that I am living in LA.
I went christmas shopping with my mom today. Something snapped this year, and the siblings in my fam. aren't going to gift each other, only one person each from a drawing. I spent my sweet time picking out what I hope is a good gift for the person I drew. I also had more time and energy to think about the current children of the family without that overwhelming feeling of what to get everyone. I think it worked out really well.
I went to Nate's show, for his band Adaine. They are really awesome. I was super impressed, it's one thing to hear about your friend's band and back them up from a distance, but it is another thing to hear and enjoy the music and their stage presence. Much fun.
I saw my good friend Mike. The only person from my hometown that I can consider a good friend. From the moment I saw him on the street I was beaming with a smile that could not be stopped, he has that much positive energy flowing from him (also he looks like Conrad Birdie from the movie). He gave me a kazoo and a home-made button. We went to his girlfriends house and made christmas cards from magazine clippings and construction paper. We shot marshmallows out of giant guns made from pvc pipes. We talked about the universe and everyone I knew growing up. I left there feeling completely refreshed and ready to spread goodness.
I can't wait to reunite with my wife in LA. I bought her Christmas present. I am ready for fun times and non-stop happy tivo. I just want her to be smiley.
I saw Nate, and Joe. at the same time. Joe's new band performed. I don't want to say too much about it. I recognized one of the songs though I had never ever heard this band before, and it definitely wasn't a cover.
Still trying to figure out what's up with that.
Then I ate fucking delicious filet, a treat to myself for christmas. Thanks, me.
I saw Zan, and also Storm, and also Selena and Miss Mona, and all the beautiful girls of Portland that seem to hang out at Dante's on Wed. But first and foremost Zan. I showed him the great thing about Bye Bye Birdie. We ate food, I complained about aging. I remember when I started on this website, I felt so freaking young and unstoppable. Now I watch what I eat just like they said I would, not because of weight gain but because of feeling gross and headaches and gastrointestinal complications. I go to sleep at usually the same time every night and have a practically impenetrable schedule. I drink wine that isn't infused with artificial fruit flavor and I have decided that converse are too uncomfortable to wear daily without insoles. I love zan, he helps me take this as it is. He hasn't stopped living and growing and getting better and being decent.
The flight to Portland was interesting. There were a lot of people for me to try to figure out. The kid across the aisle from me had poor posture and picked at himself. He ate hunched over the fold-down tray and read a book like he was incredibly near sighted. I felt like I was looking at an evil version of myself. I spent a lot of time looking and thinking, and not much else, a stewardess that looked a little too fashionable made me slightly nervous with her coolness. She took a curt tone with me when I forgot to pay her five dollars for the jack n coke. It kinda scared me.
For some reason LAX smelled of farts. I kept trying to figure out who it was, but it seemed like it was everywhere. There were a lot of people there though, perhaps all of them gassy.
So close to getting my work finished on time. Such a disappointment.
xoxo
erin
Remember, it's backwards.
I miss LA and Sean and Kitty and Reagan and the office. It will be good to be home, but not yet.
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jburhite:
maybe it was the kosher dinner meals? I've only ate one once, I thought I would try it since I always hear about them in movies and tvs and such.... Maybe it was a coincidence?
anderswolleck:
is kitty a person or a cat?