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Today was so surreal. I went to pick Chris up around one in the afternoon. It doesn't even feel like she lives at her mom's house anymore. Her room makes me feel like her parents keep it decorated the way they like to think of their daughter, as though she died. I wish there was more I could say or do about the current situation. So much....too much has and is happening to her on this trip home.
From her house we went to the new studio for a "tour" and lunch at one of the bars where we discussed our affection for the color grey, chipping paint, and rust among other lovely things you develope a soft spot for when you grow up in the dirty city.
This evening was like a bizarre little dream world. Aaron, Chris, and I met up with Erica to see a gallery opening at the college Aaron and I left. That was strange enough in itself. Breathing in the factory never fails to make my lungs feel a few pounds heavier and a few shades darker. I feel a heavy sense of overworked souls in there. I also feel very out of place in that environment.
Our next stop was Erica and Cheryl's apartment. An old and possibly new friend was there as well. Records from Rogue Wave, Ida, and Of Montreal played from a turntable on the kitchen table while Cheryl baked banana muffins. Erica danced while cleaning the toilet. Chris found an abundance of inspiration and wrote poetry about everyone/everything. We need to buy a record player. I used to have a little girly one with pint sized records to match.






Do you know the muffin man?

After filling our bellies we all retired to the "Jesus Room" to watch Cheryl's DVD's of The Cosby Show. The room is full of furniture from their grand parents and a couple pictures of Jesus, one of which is a 3-D version of the Last Supper. After watching a few episodes I realized my dad is the white version of Bill Cosby sometimes. It really was like watching my dad in a lot of ways and hearing so many things he said/says to me.
The rest of the night was telling jokes, quoting movies, getting to know a new person in the group, and playing Duck Hunt on their old school Nintendo. Aaron got to level 20 with a near perfect score. I couldn't get past level one.

Aaron, Francois, and I went to see Domino last night. It wasn't the best movie ever, but worth seeing. I liked the aestetic feel. It fit the general mood and there was some good dialogue/interactions and a decent story line.

The List(because movies = fuel.)
Stay
Saw II
Pride and Prejudice
Ice Age II
Harry Potter 4
Walk the Line
Elizabethtown
Shopgirl
V for Vendeta
The Chronicles of Narnia
Proof
Rent
Running Scared
The Da Vinci Code
Fun with Dick and Jane
A Scanner Darkly

I'm scared to add up the amount of money this will cost in the next few months. I do see every movie I want to in the theaters no matter what.

+ We've come to the conclusion that I am "just a girl" with an effeminate 5 year old boy running around in my head.

+ Chris defies gender though she is technicly(sp?...gonna leave that there eventhough I have the option to spellchack) female.

+ I'm going to start refering to Chris as "Xango Mangosteen." It's a real fruit drink. I swear...I saw an ad for it while I was asking SmarterChild for movie showtimes.

+ Sometimes open-minded really = open/air-headed.

+ Francois was entertaining talking about the random stars that frequent the place he works as a buttler. He said Rob Lowe came and all I could think was "If Benjamin were an icecream flavor...he'd be pralenes...and dick."

+ I like multiply.com a lot.

+ Word on the street is we may be going to the circus next Thursday. Erica got quite the lil kicklet out of my reaction to this news: "I LO VE the fucking circus!"

+ I want to see Yates tomorrow.