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Tonight my old friend Derek contacted me, and we're sitting at my house talking now. It's grand.
2001-12-06
its morning yet
I stayed up late last night, talking with Derek. Amazing after years how we can slip right back into that easy friendship. It was like being sixteen again, just in different houses. It turns out we live right across the highway from each other. He has a fluffy orange cat named Angel, and it was slightly eerie to remember my own orange cat.
Derek was something like a brother to me in high school, an older brother I could hang out with and sometimes kiss. I remember going to his junior prom along with his girlfriend Cynthia and the English exchange student I had a crush on. Going to the Cure concert with Derek, Casey and John, and how the Volvo broke down near campus and we called John's parents on the CB radio in the car. The Halloween where Derek was a Droog, and I was Andy Warhol. Listening to the U2 cds, Depeche Mode, the Cure and Garbage. The time I spent in the journalism room with those boys was in a way the best thing to happen to me.
So strange to feel sixteen and twenty one at the same time. But pleasant, really. I'm so glad he emailed me out of the blue, and so glad we will see more of each other.
This morning I recieved a collect call from a prison, from someone named Bill. I rejected the charges, remembering the stories this summer about the phone scams and enormous bills racked up by using a glitch in the prison phone system. Now I feel weird about it.
So much work to do for tomorrow. I need to get started.
Derek was something like a brother to me in high school, an older brother I could hang out with and sometimes kiss. I remember going to his junior prom along with his girlfriend Cynthia and the English exchange student I had a crush on. Going to the Cure concert with Derek, Casey and John, and how the Volvo broke down near campus and we called John's parents on the CB radio in the car. The Halloween where Derek was a Droog, and I was Andy Warhol. Listening to the U2 cds, Depeche Mode, the Cure and Garbage. The time I spent in the journalism room with those boys was in a way the best thing to happen to me.
So strange to feel sixteen and twenty one at the same time. But pleasant, really. I'm so glad he emailed me out of the blue, and so glad we will see more of each other.
This morning I recieved a collect call from a prison, from someone named Bill. I rejected the charges, remembering the stories this summer about the phone scams and enormous bills racked up by using a glitch in the prison phone system. Now I feel weird about it.
So much work to do for tomorrow. I need to get started.
(no subject)
IT is clear that I am sick and in need of still more sleep, because the theme song for Friends just made me sad. Ack.
12/07/2001 G R E E T I N G S Gemini
There really is no need to worry about making a proclamation, as the
stars say that you can deliver what you promise. Tread lightly, but
with confidence as you make your way down this long, winding, but
ultimate interesting, road. The journey has been hard at times, and
there may even be a few difficult crossings up ahead. For the most
part, however, the difficult times are behind you. If you can't see
the sky just yet, be patient. Pretty soon, the top of the mountain
will be just around the corner.
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I've never believed overly much in this. It has been something to fill my email every night the signal to go to bed, or take a break at work, whatever I needed it to be. Sometimes however the wording is just eerie, and I find it hard to chalk it up to coincidence. No matter.
I have a rough copy, ink stained and battered, of my lines for tomorrow. I'm not sure if I have it memorized. Perhaps I will practice in the shower. It worked well in high school, when I had to prepare weather reports in French class, and later those Russian poems.
Soon I'm going to redye my hair and perhaps get it trimmed up. Since Patrick and I seem to have ended things without a bang, but a whimper it seems time.
Derek told me the story of the $150 trash can early this morning, and how he felt he had lost a portion of his life. I understood, how there are things we have to do to remain ourselves. Nowhere near the 8th square, but I'm starting to understand how to move.
stars say that you can deliver what you promise. Tread lightly, but
with confidence as you make your way down this long, winding, but
ultimate interesting, road. The journey has been hard at times, and
there may even be a few difficult crossings up ahead. For the most
part, however, the difficult times are behind you. If you can't see
the sky just yet, be patient. Pretty soon, the top of the mountain
will be just around the corner.
_____________________________________________________________________________
I've never believed overly much in this. It has been something to fill my email every night the signal to go to bed, or take a break at work, whatever I needed it to be. Sometimes however the wording is just eerie, and I find it hard to chalk it up to coincidence. No matter.
I have a rough copy, ink stained and battered, of my lines for tomorrow. I'm not sure if I have it memorized. Perhaps I will practice in the shower. It worked well in high school, when I had to prepare weather reports in French class, and later those Russian poems.
Soon I'm going to redye my hair and perhaps get it trimmed up. Since Patrick and I seem to have ended things without a bang, but a whimper it seems time.
Derek told me the story of the $150 trash can early this morning, and how he felt he had lost a portion of his life. I understood, how there are things we have to do to remain ourselves. Nowhere near the 8th square, but I'm starting to understand how to move.