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As Richard would say, "We dance, we break plates, we're clumsy!" SCENE: Last day of school. The air is alight with anticipation, sweat, hormones, and a feeling of power. But that's probably the electric waves they send through us from these alien lights which have been roasting our insides for four years. What can I say, as Mr Nelson burns my DVD which doesn't even have all of my projects from my time here in it? I'm not very upset. I'm Gmailing 'til the end. I'm thinking about new technology and the faces I will probably miss once I'm gone, even if I hate to see them now. I'm thinking about the shorts I'm gonna buy at Rue 21 after school for Kennywood tomorrow and how much fun that's gonna be. I'm thinking about how excited I am that I get to dress down tomorrow - that's really all I wanted. And I can't stop thinking, "Scrod's makin' a comeback." Richard, my husband. The Invisible Circus. Wade the Cat. Rico Fata. What else? I can't even think at this point. Remind me of all these things! Why can't I remember? And everything that's happened, all of the fights, concerts, parties, blah blah blah. I'm in the s-h-o-c-k. I keep thinking about Richard. Why does he symbolize my youth? And Mates Of State and Ani DiFranco and HOCKEY, the greatest gift of all! MST and SVU and NO CSI. I hope I start remembering soon; it feels like I only just started. "let's show them how it's done let's do it all imperfectly" Post a comment in response: |
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