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Wonder, Wander, It's All the Same
May. 25th, 2002 11:23 pmI'm sunburned and bored. Missing everyone, and hearing a call from NY that I almost desperately want to answer.
Most of all, I want out of these doldrums.
Victory is mine. I have just succeeded in killing a moth that has ben menacing me for most of the time I've been home. Getting it involved some rearrangement of the desk, but it was worth it.
Got up early after getting not nearly enough sleep to go to the graduation at my old high school. Sometimes I don't know why I do that anymore. (Oh, come on, there's been only two years since I left. I don't know now.) But there was seeing of people, which was good. Afterward was lunch with Mary, when I showed my pictures that I took at the end of the year, minus the ones from the pool, and told Reed stories. I didn't get through all of them, though. I realized yesterday that one thing I keep omitting from my story tellings and from my thoughts is the whole Oregonian article debacle. You'd think that would be a key thing, since it was rather a big deal and caused me to re-evaluate lots of things, including what I don't like about Reed and why I was there in the first place and what keeps me there. I must have quietly resolved something somewhere in my subconscious, because not once during all the shit that came after spring break did I again consider leaving. In fact, I'm really looking forward to going back. But first I must get through summer. Going to NY will help. A month or so before the projected trip. Seems too long. Working should also help, and I should go about getting a job soon. That will be on Tuesday's agenda. Tomorrow, bridal shower. Then letter-writing. Or maybe letter writing tonight. Who knows.
Most of all, I want out of these doldrums.
Victory is mine. I have just succeeded in killing a moth that has ben menacing me for most of the time I've been home. Getting it involved some rearrangement of the desk, but it was worth it.
Got up early after getting not nearly enough sleep to go to the graduation at my old high school. Sometimes I don't know why I do that anymore. (Oh, come on, there's been only two years since I left. I don't know now.) But there was seeing of people, which was good. Afterward was lunch with Mary, when I showed my pictures that I took at the end of the year, minus the ones from the pool, and told Reed stories. I didn't get through all of them, though. I realized yesterday that one thing I keep omitting from my story tellings and from my thoughts is the whole Oregonian article debacle. You'd think that would be a key thing, since it was rather a big deal and caused me to re-evaluate lots of things, including what I don't like about Reed and why I was there in the first place and what keeps me there. I must have quietly resolved something somewhere in my subconscious, because not once during all the shit that came after spring break did I again consider leaving. In fact, I'm really looking forward to going back. But first I must get through summer. Going to NY will help. A month or so before the projected trip. Seems too long. Working should also help, and I should go about getting a job soon. That will be on Tuesday's agenda. Tomorrow, bridal shower. Then letter-writing. Or maybe letter writing tonight. Who knows.
