*"staying up all night," from 1-8-00 2002-01-05 6:55 p.m.*
Seven weeks of reading papers
Seven weeks of river walkways
Seven weeks of feeling guilty
Seven weeks of staying up all night
Summer in winter
Winter in springtime
You heard the birds say
Everything will be fine.
"A Summer Wasting"
by Belle and Sebastian
1-8-00
i'm home! there's so much to talk about it, and i doubt i'll remember it all, and i'm going to
start with the middle which was new year's, because i'm sure everyone is thrilled to find
out how i spent my new year's eve.
so, anyway... we had planned to just stay home for new years. the peach drop was going
to be incredibly crowded (someone got shot there anyway...), first night atlanta was
advertised as what the cleavers would go to if they were alive and lived in atlanta, and
clubbing would be insane.
but then her dad took us out to eat, and while we were there we heard about something at
little five points, and suddenly it hit michael and i that we would spend the night that it
changed from double 9's to double 0's, at home! and that just wouldn't do. well, michael's
dad is a bit protective. we had to consistently call him about everything we did and ask for
permission and we had curfews and that sort of thing, all of which was utterly foreign to
me, because my mom was always so excited i was getting out of the house for once that
she didn't really care too much, as long as it wasn't dangerous, and she trusted god, and
me, to get me through whatever. so, he was not up for the little five points idea late at
night. so we went home, and he went to the children's hospital where michael's stepmom
works where they were having a sort of y2k vigil, to make sure that nothing went wrong.
so, we were at home, and trying to figure out what to do.
"let's go somewhere utterly random!"
"like what? walmart?"
"yeah! walmart! and let's get dressed up!"
"oo, and we can wear crowns and... oh! we should bring those dolls my sister has in the
bathroom!"
"and we'll take pictures of them!"(this was pre-digital camera)
"oo! let's bring tsk's mix tape!"
"and play backstreet boys at new years!"
okay, that's a rough estimate of what was said, but that's what we did. we drove to
walmart, and when we got there, unloaded a portable tape player, the dolls, a camera, a
bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling cider, and various other props for pictures that we plan
to put into an exhibit in the school's cafe, "mildred and gertrude, suburban housewives."
surprisingly enough, we didn't attract any employees' attentions until a few minutes before
midnight, but she was pretty nice about it, and so we were able to play backstreet boys in
the lingerie section of walmart to ring in the year 2000! however before the song was done
the same woman came back and told us to leave, because her manager wanted us to.
yeah, so it was fun... unusual, yes, but that's good. we'll always remember it. and we have
a story to tell everyone. that's what counts, right? it was immature and silly, yes, but heck,
we're 18 and 19. we only have a little longer of kidness yet. (well, i think i may transcend
that with my peter pan syndrome, but you know what i mean.)
anyway...
atlanta was so much fun. it's the biggest city i've ever been in, and i was frequently amazed
and amused. we did so much, but there was so much more we could have done. i'm
probably going to do this all out of order.
the first day was more or less just a catchup day, and then that night we went to the mall.
but we only had an hour, so we didn't buy anything. new year's eve day was also pretty
"dull," if i remember right. the thing is michael and i can have fun no matter what we do,
so even though in her father's eyes we were "wasting" the day, we were still having a lot
of fun.
oh! one of those days we went to harry's which was this HUGE farmer's market. it had so
much neat and unusual stuff. we planned to go back the day before we left, but that day
was too full, so we never did, which is sad, because there was a bunch of stuff i wanted to
take home.
also, another day, we watched the video of woody allen's celebrity which was pretty good.
michael's favorite part was the banana part, which kind of made me want to vomit. i'm not
sure what i liked best, but i particularly liked that leonardo dicaprio played an asshole, and
winona ryder didn't play a winona ryder character.
new year's day we loafed around again, but that night we went clubbing at masquerade.
that was interesting. they played a mix of indian pop music and american stuff (both nights
we went they played sir mix-a-lot, woo). when we got there (which was at 10, because we
were supposed to be back at 2, so we tried to get as much out of it as we could), there
was no one dancing. we sat for a bit, but then finally said, "screw this! we paid $10 to be
here, let's have fun!" so, we got up and danced, just the two of us. we danced for an
incredibly long time and finally had to stop to get water. so, we sat and drank our water,
and these three trendesque girls started dancing. we finished our water and went back to
dance and shortly after that, they left the dance floor. it was probably because we were
such bad dancers, but i like to pretend that it was because they were in awe of our
wonderful dancing. it was a lot of fun to have the floor to ourselves, though, to let the
music take us where we needed to go. it was some crazy dancing, yo.
the next day, i think we went to the mall, and i got a crazy shirt. it's brown silkiness with
these orange and white flecks on it. it's not like anything i own, but i enjoy it.
and then we went to best buy where i bought my digital camera, woo!
that night her sister came home from london. her band played in a parade there for new
year's. i really like her sister. she's a sophomore in high school, but doesn't really seem any
younger than michael and me. we both hope she comes to new college, but with any luck,
i will have graduated before she gets here (i did pass this contract, btw! woo!)
the next day we went to the zoo, and that was fun. i took a ton of pictures and those in the
last entry are just a small smattering of the plethora of pictures that were taken.
we went to the mall again the next day, and i got some vw bugs for my collection, and the
most wonderful skirt in the world, and it was inexpensive. yay for post-formal sales! it's a
shiny skirt of material that looks pink in some lights and blue in others. it came with a shirt
that has an odd neck, but isn't too bad. i also got a red velour shirt that was basted, so it
resembles stomach lining. woo!
and then we went to see man on the moon. talk about movie-gasm! it was amazing. andy
kaufman was so fascinating. so intense and in control and brilliant. i'm envious of that. i'm
at that odd place where i'm bright but not brilliant, so i can see those brilliant lights in the
night sky that is so devoid of a lot, but i can't reach it. almost some days i can feel the
warmth, but usually it's like faery lanterns. i follow the trickery only to find myself utterly
lost.
(pizza came... woo for rico's!)
anyway, i think it was the next day that we went to little five points (during the day). it's
very cool there-- like new college meets atlanta. lots of bizarre stores, and glory of glories
a vegan soul food restaurant! amazing food there! lots of fake meat, great dairy-free ice
cream, all sorts of good stuff. yay for things like that.
the next day we meant to go see fantasia, but we got there late, and they wouldn't let us in
(we got there at 7:02 and the movie started at 7!), so we went to barnes and noble and
read for awhile.
that night we went back to masquerade because they were having '80's night. that was so
much fun, except we weren't able to leave until 11, and the curfew still stood. so we got to
spent about 2 hours there. but i so love '80's music!
and the next day, which if i've got it all right, would be yesterday, michael's dad let us pick
her sister up early from school, and we went and saw fantasia. it was neat because it was
in an imax, but a lot of it was disappointing. i was particularly disappointed by the sheer
amount of computer graphics that were used. and i, the faery tale purist, went into a bit of
a rage about the ending of the steadfast tin soldier. why must disney make everything so
disney!?
and then we went to the high museum of art, and i really enjoyed that. the main exhibit
was of normam rockwell, who is one of my guilty pleasures. i love his
paintings/illustrations, and i love them even more after that. he was an idealistic illustrator.
why must we in our post-modern bitterness be so critical of that, yo?
and then we went to harmony chinese restaurant, which was a completely vegetarian
restaurant, though you couldn't tell if you looked at the inside of the menu. it has
everything a regular chinese restaurant would have-- wonton soup, beef low mein, etc.,
but all with fake meat. it was amazing!
and then we went to kroger's for some food to bring back, and then we went home. and
this morning we woke up at 4:30. i was in an unbelievably foul mood. i wanted everyone
to die, and i kept on yelling at michael. anyway, we drove to the waffle house where we
were to meet sam, who drove us home, and we parked next to his car. which was more
full than we expected it to be. in fact, we had to get some bungee cords and rope to tie the
luggage on the roof, because the car was so full of stuff.
the ride back was nice, and sam is really cool. i've never talked to him before, but he's
really easy-going, and i like his taste in music. what better in a travelling companion.
pictures
in my cd player are Enya: Watermark, Tori Amos: 1000 Oceans, and Loreena McKennitt:
To Drive the Cold Winter Away, but i'm listening to my mix cd from leah and mike on my
computer.
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i want email! Or, you can call my neat toll free voice mail at 1-877-220-5414. yeah! do it
now!
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did i ever tell you that on thanksgiving, we all sang raspberry swirl at the dinner table.
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i'm so galdarn young yo!
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my schedule:
jan. 10-feb. something early: do creative writing group isp
feb something-may 9: do a semester of classes
this summer: work at some tourist place in p.e.i.
the following semester: england or scotland
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thank you to the wonderful mary who sent me the christmas card. i appreciate what you
said, and it gave me a ton of warm fuzzies. more than even dj and michael used to. *grin*
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i'm a little concerned. mom gets off work at 5, and i've been calling her since i got home
(she normally doesn't work on saturdays anyway), and it's 8 now, and she's still not home.
i hope nothing went wrong and that she's just out visiting or shopping or something.
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dancing to her baby's death
she said i
she said i'm just dancin' to my baby's death
she said i just
wanted to make it beautiful
she said
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i start writing for real on monday! scary!
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i love annie dillard. i wish i could write like her, except it's for writers like her that i do
read, so that i can see things that i don't see. i miss most of nature.
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oh! fuji apples! pink lady apples! oh! the honey soymilk!
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"it's supposed to taste like vagina not vanilla!" (from a discussion about flavored dental
dams)
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so, maybe i'm not as self conscious as i thought. maybe i'm just able to talk freely about my
self-consciousness in a way less self conscious people can't. yeah, sure.
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it's fantasia for gosh sakes! people are going to see it without star power! you don't NEED
angela lansbury!
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i need a tony clifton
so i cn be cruel
and still brilliant
and i'm envious of
andy
he stole the me
i could never be
anyway
fuck this shit
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"we're like these strange creatures that bring joy, laughter and backstreet boys wherever
we go."
"that can be our 'slogo.' we can be call girls."
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i feel like my life is constant pms
and i squeak when i cry
isn't that endearing
i can't wait till i outgrow myself
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books i am reading:
wicca: a guide for the solitary practitioner by scott cunningham
les miserables by victor hugo
exhibitionism for the shy by carol queen
an american childhood by annie dillard
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