See me 'round, now you're gone. Dream on.
I hate how I delay updating this journal for over a week. Two weeks. When I finally muster the guster to update, I have entirely too much to say, and it's overwhelming. I don't want to overwhelm anyone. That is not my goal. But I will say this: everything I'm going to write about is interesting, and it's worth your time to at least try to read it.
I finally bought a camera for school. It's a Canon 20D. I purchased this item through eBay, as expected. Altogether, with shipping and etc., it was over $1000. That is the most expensive purchase I have made in my mere 19 years of existence, especially with all of my own money. So, now I am very broke. I am going to cherish each bit of money I earn from now until the 31st of August (when I move to Athens for school). If you have any helpful hints regarding this camera, let me know. If I made a huge mistake and purchased a real piece of shoddy shit, you might refrain from informing me. I just might cry.
On the third of August, I went to a Flaming Lips concert with my former teacher/quiz team advisor/buddy Fee. It was in Cleveland. Fee and I were graced with front row seats. I saw some other bands that day including The Holdsteady, Sonic Youth, Death Cab for Cutie, and Secret Machines. I liked a lot of the music (I had already seen Secret Machines once before), but I regret to report that I was not transformed into a huge Sonic Youth fan or anything. I enjoyed some of their songs, but I really don't enjoy that girl's voice. Likewise, I might even go as far as to say that they're "overrated." Don't drown me in criticism or disbelief. I'm sorry. After all, I probably don't know what I'm talking about.
On the way home from the concert, I got very very sick. I already had a migraine, but it was amplified by the extreme loudness of the Flaming Lips' set, and whilst riding in the car with Fee homeward bound, I became quite nauseated. I couldn't move without feeling an intense pang of "Oh my gosh, pull over right now!" I had left my car at her house before leaving for the concert, but because I was practically immobile with illness (and in no condition to operate my vehicle), I just had her drop me off at my house, where I proceeded to vomit in the yard. I also vomited on my brand new messenger bag. And, once inside my house, I dashed to the bathroom where I vomited a charming third time.
In the morning, I was much better. Dan brought me flowers and we had lunch and went to the park and visited Fee. He is a real nice boy. Golly gee shucks.
Dan took me out on a hot date Sunday. He also drugged me, most likely to take advantage of my supple young body.
We had been planning the date for awhile... sort of building it up. But essentially, we just wanted an excuse to dress up for something. And dress up we did. I had some freaky thing going on with my left eye that day. It was red and itchy and watery and overall, pretty fucking unpleasant. So Dan gave me three allergy pills, placing special emphasis on the whole, "You won't get drowsy. You'll be fine." So, we're at the Olive Garden, and I finish my Portobello ravioli when I am hit with a sudden wave of exhaustion and sleepiness. I stumble to the car, and I'm out. I slept on his bed for two and half hours while he surfed the 'net and talked on the phone. Some hot date I am.
Later in the night, we went to Wal*mart and got an apple pie which we later baked and ate whilst watching The Rules of Attraction.
On Tuesday the eighth, I decided to be a good samaritan. I was a poll worker. For fourteen hours. There was a local election about a school levy. So, I was stuck in a room with three older ladies from 6:00 in the morning until 8:30 at night. I read old Rolling Stones. I drank strong coffee. I went to the bathroom to entertain myself every twenty minutes. It was excruciatingly boring, and I'll probably never do it again, but at least I am getting paid $65. And the levy passed. Yay for that, right?
Sometimes I surprise myself by lying about ridiculous things. The other day at work, a customer complimented my glasses and asked if they were prescription. I told her they were; they aren't. I bought them at the Dollar Tree two summers ago. She then asked me where I got them. At first I told her that I didn't remember... but then I said I got them at Target. "Oh, I didn't know you could get frames from a store like that and then take them to the eye doctor." I said, "Oh yeah, you can do that. At least where I go, you can." She then asked me who my eye doctor was, and I told her it was some guy I went to when I was little; I haven't seen that guy in years... needless to say, that was also a lie. After she left, I stood there in disbelief. I don't lie very often. I have no idea why I conducted that entire conversation like that. Oh well. Then I ate some crackers.
This past weekend I had my college orientation at OU. WHOO DEE WHOO. Got my classes. Lots of communications classes and an arts class. Walked a lot. Stayed in a dorm. Ate food. Showered uncomfortably. Sweat and sweat and there was a lot of sweating going on. The experience was positive minus me falling out of the top bunk in my room, thus fucking up my leg and my foot and making walking/standing nearly impossible. Plus I have a gorgeous six inch swollen bruise on the back of my right leg, and several knots on the bottom of my right foot. (I was getting out of bed to get the door. I tried to jump down on top of a desk in the room since the bed was so high. Things didn't work out, obviously.)
So, that's about all, right? My friends are, one by one, starting to leave for college. I'm starting to feel the bittersweetness.
The end.
I hate how I delay updating this journal for over a week. Two weeks. When I finally muster the guster to update, I have entirely too much to say, and it's overwhelming. I don't want to overwhelm anyone. That is not my goal. But I will say this: everything I'm going to write about is interesting, and it's worth your time to at least try to read it.
I finally bought a camera for school. It's a Canon 20D. I purchased this item through eBay, as expected. Altogether, with shipping and etc., it was over $1000. That is the most expensive purchase I have made in my mere 19 years of existence, especially with all of my own money. So, now I am very broke. I am going to cherish each bit of money I earn from now until the 31st of August (when I move to Athens for school). If you have any helpful hints regarding this camera, let me know. If I made a huge mistake and purchased a real piece of shoddy shit, you might refrain from informing me. I just might cry.
On the third of August, I went to a Flaming Lips concert with my former teacher/quiz team advisor/buddy Fee. It was in Cleveland. Fee and I were graced with front row seats. I saw some other bands that day including The Holdsteady, Sonic Youth, Death Cab for Cutie, and Secret Machines. I liked a lot of the music (I had already seen Secret Machines once before), but I regret to report that I was not transformed into a huge Sonic Youth fan or anything. I enjoyed some of their songs, but I really don't enjoy that girl's voice. Likewise, I might even go as far as to say that they're "overrated." Don't drown me in criticism or disbelief. I'm sorry. After all, I probably don't know what I'm talking about.
On the way home from the concert, I got very very sick. I already had a migraine, but it was amplified by the extreme loudness of the Flaming Lips' set, and whilst riding in the car with Fee homeward bound, I became quite nauseated. I couldn't move without feeling an intense pang of "Oh my gosh, pull over right now!" I had left my car at her house before leaving for the concert, but because I was practically immobile with illness (and in no condition to operate my vehicle), I just had her drop me off at my house, where I proceeded to vomit in the yard. I also vomited on my brand new messenger bag. And, once inside my house, I dashed to the bathroom where I vomited a charming third time.
In the morning, I was much better. Dan brought me flowers and we had lunch and went to the park and visited Fee. He is a real nice boy. Golly gee shucks.
Dan took me out on a hot date Sunday. He also drugged me, most likely to take advantage of my supple young body.
We had been planning the date for awhile... sort of building it up. But essentially, we just wanted an excuse to dress up for something. And dress up we did. I had some freaky thing going on with my left eye that day. It was red and itchy and watery and overall, pretty fucking unpleasant. So Dan gave me three allergy pills, placing special emphasis on the whole, "You won't get drowsy. You'll be fine." So, we're at the Olive Garden, and I finish my Portobello ravioli when I am hit with a sudden wave of exhaustion and sleepiness. I stumble to the car, and I'm out. I slept on his bed for two and half hours while he surfed the 'net and talked on the phone. Some hot date I am.
Later in the night, we went to Wal*mart and got an apple pie which we later baked and ate whilst watching The Rules of Attraction.
On Tuesday the eighth, I decided to be a good samaritan. I was a poll worker. For fourteen hours. There was a local election about a school levy. So, I was stuck in a room with three older ladies from 6:00 in the morning until 8:30 at night. I read old Rolling Stones. I drank strong coffee. I went to the bathroom to entertain myself every twenty minutes. It was excruciatingly boring, and I'll probably never do it again, but at least I am getting paid $65. And the levy passed. Yay for that, right?
Sometimes I surprise myself by lying about ridiculous things. The other day at work, a customer complimented my glasses and asked if they were prescription. I told her they were; they aren't. I bought them at the Dollar Tree two summers ago. She then asked me where I got them. At first I told her that I didn't remember... but then I said I got them at Target. "Oh, I didn't know you could get frames from a store like that and then take them to the eye doctor." I said, "Oh yeah, you can do that. At least where I go, you can." She then asked me who my eye doctor was, and I told her it was some guy I went to when I was little; I haven't seen that guy in years... needless to say, that was also a lie. After she left, I stood there in disbelief. I don't lie very often. I have no idea why I conducted that entire conversation like that. Oh well. Then I ate some crackers.
This past weekend I had my college orientation at OU. WHOO DEE WHOO. Got my classes. Lots of communications classes and an arts class. Walked a lot. Stayed in a dorm. Ate food. Showered uncomfortably. Sweat and sweat and there was a lot of sweating going on. The experience was positive minus me falling out of the top bunk in my room, thus fucking up my leg and my foot and making walking/standing nearly impossible. Plus I have a gorgeous six inch swollen bruise on the back of my right leg, and several knots on the bottom of my right foot. (I was getting out of bed to get the door. I tried to jump down on top of a desk in the room since the bed was so high. Things didn't work out, obviously.)
So, that's about all, right? My friends are, one by one, starting to leave for college. I'm starting to feel the bittersweetness.
The end.
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b) Blimey, that's an enormous bruise.
c) * ahem *
d) weird sort of coincidences, me telling you that I'm about to get married in a journal where you went to a wedding.