I come from the water
After complaining about how I didn't want to listen to any of the cds I own, Gene took me down to Cheapo's on Lamar, which is one of the best cd stores in town in my opinion. Because every time I'm there, I find something I had forgotten all about.
Like this Machines of Loving Grace album that James owned. I never bought a lot of stuff, because James had it and we hung out all the time anyways. But we listened to this cd a lot in 1995, while we screwed around on the net, and played endless rounds of gin in that apartment. We were left on our own so much and could have gotten into horrible amounts of trouble, but we somehow escaped most of it. Cause we did get up to no good, but nothing really bad, just goofy teenage stuff. Like the weekend we were left completely on our own, and we redecorated his father's apartment. I taped playing cards up on the ceiling and the wall above the shower tiles, and built my homage to Andy Warhol on the table with a couple dozen Campbell's soup cans. We put huge sheets of butcher paper on the living room walls and wrote and colored all over them with markers and those metallic star stickers. Rearranged all the furniture, all while blasting music and drinking far too much soda. We lived on Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper, chips and salsa, breakfast tacos, chicken strips, cookies and random junk. It was the perfect sort of thing to do as a teenager.
After that, we went to Metro, for a quick coffee and discovered a large crowd taking over the front corner by the stairs. Much random and amusing conversation was had. James is student teaching at a high school this semester, AP U.S. History, and I can't wait til he starts grading essays. We will have a good laugh, I'm sure. He looked quite snazzy in his work clothes. It's smokey in there. Everyone's back in town and classes start Monday. Gods above, do I miss school.
My random observation: why oh why, after all this time, do I still find it hard to confess to liking another person? It's ridiculous really, how I hedge around the issue. I should grow up and overcome this shyness. Because I can't act like I'm seven forever.
We drove home listening to the Toadies, really loud and singing along. You have to be glad for a friend who will sing along with you in the car. It put me in an impossibly good mood. So here we sit, headphones on, typing away on our computers. I have iced green tea, and it's good. Melynda's gone to bed, cause she stayed out too late and has to be in early at work tomorrow.
I'm going to see Cate tomorrow and it will be wonderful. She has the coolest back tattoo in the world.
Like this Machines of Loving Grace album that James owned. I never bought a lot of stuff, because James had it and we hung out all the time anyways. But we listened to this cd a lot in 1995, while we screwed around on the net, and played endless rounds of gin in that apartment. We were left on our own so much and could have gotten into horrible amounts of trouble, but we somehow escaped most of it. Cause we did get up to no good, but nothing really bad, just goofy teenage stuff. Like the weekend we were left completely on our own, and we redecorated his father's apartment. I taped playing cards up on the ceiling and the wall above the shower tiles, and built my homage to Andy Warhol on the table with a couple dozen Campbell's soup cans. We put huge sheets of butcher paper on the living room walls and wrote and colored all over them with markers and those metallic star stickers. Rearranged all the furniture, all while blasting music and drinking far too much soda. We lived on Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper, chips and salsa, breakfast tacos, chicken strips, cookies and random junk. It was the perfect sort of thing to do as a teenager.
After that, we went to Metro, for a quick coffee and discovered a large crowd taking over the front corner by the stairs. Much random and amusing conversation was had. James is student teaching at a high school this semester, AP U.S. History, and I can't wait til he starts grading essays. We will have a good laugh, I'm sure. He looked quite snazzy in his work clothes. It's smokey in there. Everyone's back in town and classes start Monday. Gods above, do I miss school.
My random observation: why oh why, after all this time, do I still find it hard to confess to liking another person? It's ridiculous really, how I hedge around the issue. I should grow up and overcome this shyness. Because I can't act like I'm seven forever.
We drove home listening to the Toadies, really loud and singing along. You have to be glad for a friend who will sing along with you in the car. It put me in an impossibly good mood. So here we sit, headphones on, typing away on our computers. I have iced green tea, and it's good. Melynda's gone to bed, cause she stayed out too late and has to be in early at work tomorrow.
I'm going to see Cate tomorrow and it will be wonderful. She has the coolest back tattoo in the world.