School has come and gone, obviously. And quite obviously, I am back in Bucyrus living a bland summertime life with a few hours here and there at Baker's. Actually, one day a week seems to be the common trend so far. I didn't choose it. I'd prefer more hours, but the schedule is never made in my favor. After all, I was gone for almost 10 months, only returning in November for the holidays to work a few days a week. I think the people there sort of forgot I existed. College education + young adulthood and its limited opportunities, especially during the summer months = unemployment. I am slowly learning this. You can't make a surplus of money while being a full-time college student. It doesn't really jive.
On a happier work-related note, Dan got a job last week working for Priceline.com in Columbus. He starts on Monday. Yay for boyfriend job! Boo for girlfriend (lack of) job.
I have been spending time with Kayleigh. The occasional Zornes. The even more occasional Fawley. I spent Thursday evening and Friday afternoon with Sara, but her six-year-old bastard child sister drove me insane, and I eventually went back home where bratty little children who ask tactless, rude questions and lie to their mothers and constantly ask for this and that and are absolutely, completely, 100% spoiled rotten don't exist.
I mentioned in my last journal that a new family had moved into my old house. I also mentioned that hearing this news made me happy. Well, the other day I was out and about with Sara, and just for the fun of it, I asked her to drive by my old house so I could sort of check things out. I was very disappointed with what I saw. The front door was wide open trash and baby toys all over the front porch and yard the lawn was half mowed, half un-mowed weeds growing in the back yard and this angry, nasty-looking scary guy stared us down as we drove by and even verbally threatened us (I'm guessing by his gestures and facial expressions though we had the car window up the entire time). I don't normally use labels, but basically, white trash resides in my old house. It makes me sad.
So, Bonnaroo. What can I say? It was adventure, and I nearly died.
For starters, it was hotter than hell the entire time. It was dustier than hell the entire time. It was dryer than hell the entire time. And the smell of dank, shitty marijuana was inescapable. I enjoyed the music. I only saw Kings of Leon, Gillian Welsh, The Black Keys, Tool, Franz Ferdinand, The Police, The Flaming Lips, and Pete Yorn. I saw most of these bands while extremely exhausted, and for most of their sets, I laid/sat on the ground and tried to rest. The sun raged a heinous war on my body, and on Saturday morning, I was carted off to the medical center to receive four bags of fluid in an IV and two doses of phenergan to remedy my extreme dehydration and nausea. After sleeping for four hours (the phenergan knocked me out), I was good to go. On Sunday morning, I worked for a few hours in the blazing morning sun to help Dan, Joel, and others pack up our campsite and load the car for home. We had planned on seeing Wolfmother, Wilco, and the White Stripes and then driving straight back to Bucyrus after the last set. I made sure to drink plenty of water all morning, and I tried my very best to prevent another medical center visit, but as I baked in the meager shade of a tree during Pete Yorn's set, I began to feel very, very sick. I ran to the nearest trash can and vomited pure water. I tried to eat a little something and drink more water shortly thereafter, but I couldn't keep anything down. So, back to the medical center I went for another IV, in the opposite arm this time. I also had more phenergan. However, I wasn't getting any better in fact, I felt worse. I was so weak I could barely stand, and the damn nausea just would NOT subside. So, I was transported via ambulance to the hospital in Manchester, Tennessee where I received more IV-age and another kind of anti-nausea medication that WASN'T phenergan. After some Gatorade and many inconvenient bathroom visits, I was released, and Joel and Bill picked us (Dan and me) up from the hospital around nine in the evening. Game over. Time to go home. Dan and I missed all three bands we wanted to see on that day and it was pretty much the worst day ever, but when it was all said and done, I was very grateful for my health and for Dan's faithful companionship. Upon returning to Columbus, Dan and I rested in a comfortable bed with a real mattress, drank plenty of cold water that didn't taste like sulfur, and last but not least, we bathed. Thoroughly. I find it important/comical to mention that my forehead and eyelids were severely swollen for a few days after I got home from Bonnaroo because I had an allergic reaction to all the phenergan I was given in the medical center. My face was disfigured, and I looked like a dolphin. Oh, the memories! Thus concludes my telling of the fateful Bonnaroo experience of 2007.
So what else? I have to work tonight. I'm actually looking forward to it. I need money. I need a car. I need a brownie. I need a million other things, but for now, I suppose I should be content during my break from college and the chaos that corresponds with my life at Ohio University. I received three A's and an A- as my spring quarter grades, and that damn A- makes my accumulative GPA a 3.974. It's so close and so miniscule a difference that I just tell everyone I have a 4.0. Oh well. Stupid A-.
Brownie time. I'm out.
On a happier work-related note, Dan got a job last week working for Priceline.com in Columbus. He starts on Monday. Yay for boyfriend job! Boo for girlfriend (lack of) job.
I have been spending time with Kayleigh. The occasional Zornes. The even more occasional Fawley. I spent Thursday evening and Friday afternoon with Sara, but her six-year-old bastard child sister drove me insane, and I eventually went back home where bratty little children who ask tactless, rude questions and lie to their mothers and constantly ask for this and that and are absolutely, completely, 100% spoiled rotten don't exist.
I mentioned in my last journal that a new family had moved into my old house. I also mentioned that hearing this news made me happy. Well, the other day I was out and about with Sara, and just for the fun of it, I asked her to drive by my old house so I could sort of check things out. I was very disappointed with what I saw. The front door was wide open trash and baby toys all over the front porch and yard the lawn was half mowed, half un-mowed weeds growing in the back yard and this angry, nasty-looking scary guy stared us down as we drove by and even verbally threatened us (I'm guessing by his gestures and facial expressions though we had the car window up the entire time). I don't normally use labels, but basically, white trash resides in my old house. It makes me sad.
So, Bonnaroo. What can I say? It was adventure, and I nearly died.
For starters, it was hotter than hell the entire time. It was dustier than hell the entire time. It was dryer than hell the entire time. And the smell of dank, shitty marijuana was inescapable. I enjoyed the music. I only saw Kings of Leon, Gillian Welsh, The Black Keys, Tool, Franz Ferdinand, The Police, The Flaming Lips, and Pete Yorn. I saw most of these bands while extremely exhausted, and for most of their sets, I laid/sat on the ground and tried to rest. The sun raged a heinous war on my body, and on Saturday morning, I was carted off to the medical center to receive four bags of fluid in an IV and two doses of phenergan to remedy my extreme dehydration and nausea. After sleeping for four hours (the phenergan knocked me out), I was good to go. On Sunday morning, I worked for a few hours in the blazing morning sun to help Dan, Joel, and others pack up our campsite and load the car for home. We had planned on seeing Wolfmother, Wilco, and the White Stripes and then driving straight back to Bucyrus after the last set. I made sure to drink plenty of water all morning, and I tried my very best to prevent another medical center visit, but as I baked in the meager shade of a tree during Pete Yorn's set, I began to feel very, very sick. I ran to the nearest trash can and vomited pure water. I tried to eat a little something and drink more water shortly thereafter, but I couldn't keep anything down. So, back to the medical center I went for another IV, in the opposite arm this time. I also had more phenergan. However, I wasn't getting any better in fact, I felt worse. I was so weak I could barely stand, and the damn nausea just would NOT subside. So, I was transported via ambulance to the hospital in Manchester, Tennessee where I received more IV-age and another kind of anti-nausea medication that WASN'T phenergan. After some Gatorade and many inconvenient bathroom visits, I was released, and Joel and Bill picked us (Dan and me) up from the hospital around nine in the evening. Game over. Time to go home. Dan and I missed all three bands we wanted to see on that day and it was pretty much the worst day ever, but when it was all said and done, I was very grateful for my health and for Dan's faithful companionship. Upon returning to Columbus, Dan and I rested in a comfortable bed with a real mattress, drank plenty of cold water that didn't taste like sulfur, and last but not least, we bathed. Thoroughly. I find it important/comical to mention that my forehead and eyelids were severely swollen for a few days after I got home from Bonnaroo because I had an allergic reaction to all the phenergan I was given in the medical center. My face was disfigured, and I looked like a dolphin. Oh, the memories! Thus concludes my telling of the fateful Bonnaroo experience of 2007.
So what else? I have to work tonight. I'm actually looking forward to it. I need money. I need a car. I need a brownie. I need a million other things, but for now, I suppose I should be content during my break from college and the chaos that corresponds with my life at Ohio University. I received three A's and an A- as my spring quarter grades, and that damn A- makes my accumulative GPA a 3.974. It's so close and so miniscule a difference that I just tell everyone I have a 4.0. Oh well. Stupid A-.
Brownie time. I'm out.
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jesbian:
Hey, boo. It's been fun seeing you the past two days. We can spend more time together during the week if you'd like. We just have to communicate more. Thanks for the comments. And, oh yes, my pictures are tiny because I got them off of Mel's friend's myspace page, and she made them tiny. I'm looking forward to your b-day shindig. I will try my hardest to make it. 
crushjunkie:
I was watching Good Will Hunting yesterday and the soundtrack reminded me of the best mixed pop CD I have ever received, one I still listen to, and hold dear. I'm sorry to hear your Bonnaroo experience left you feeling ill. I went to Coachella this year, and, apart from being left there by myself (my friend decided after one day he did not want to put up with the camping experience any more), I had a fantastic time. Perhaps one day our paths will cross on the concert front.