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| Monday, July 19th, 2004 |
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This time next week, i'll be back in gville. I'm not sure how i feel about this. Positives: 1. Seeing the gurls again/fun times/noodle salad. 2. Giving gifts from brazil/storytelling. 3. Ability to drive my car again. (Zoom Zoom!) 4. Just a few weeks to new apartment. (My OWN bathroom! Shower! Big bed!) 5. Ability to decorate a space/not living out of a suitcase. Neither positive nor negative: 1. Hangin' with the 'rents. (Haven't seen them since april or so, but didn't miss 'em that much.) 2. Back in familiar stomping ground. Negatives: 1. One less old person, many kinda depressed people and sad times ahead. 2. Finding a job/money stressors/responsibilities. 3. Getting shit straight with UF. 4. No Mimi, Poppi, Shea, Rayne, Tam, Tom, Jenna, or Speedy. 5. No Bruno, Debora, Lariza, Isabella, Marco, Eduardo, or Sao Paulo. 6. My brother. 7. School/band camp. (I had a dream that it was time for the first game and i wasn't ready. Jenn helped.) According to the list, i guess i should feel sad about going back to gville. But of course, I didn't weight these items on a scale or anything. So maybe it's all moot anyway. Subterranean Homesick Alien The breath of the morning i keep forgetting. The smell of the warm summer air. I live in a town where you can't smell a thing, you watch you feet for cracks in the pavement. Up above aliens hover making home movies for the folks back home, of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits, drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets. They're all up-tight. I wish that they'd swoop down in a counrty lane, late at night when i'm driving. Take me on board their beautiful ship, show me the world as i'd love to see it. I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe, they'd think that i'd finally lost it completely. I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life. They'd shut me away. But i'd be alright. I'm just up-tight. |
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