| August 18th, 2001. Today went well I must say. Everything went perfectly perfect (until right at the end) and I felt very peaceful and relaxed and happy all day. Not giddy happy either. Just chill, mellow, enjoy life kind of happy. I moved myself in and I am proud of that. My room is greater than great and if you haven�t seen it yet, you really must soon. I am going to make a light sculpture as soon as I can get my grubby fingers on some icicle lights. And my walls are starting to get splattered with the insides of Helen. In fact, if you are reading this, you will probably even see some of your very own self somewhere in my room. Always something there to remind me. (the hippos version of course, brad) anyway, I got to see Lisa and show her my campus and we walked through the shriver fountain and she�s right- the water is very soft. I would sit in it but that might cost me a run in with the authorities. And we got to keep Gary company and he was showing me some sweet dancing. Spanish-type dancing and he was good (really good) and we did this intricate twisty spinny moves and it was beautiful. I probably looked like a clod of dirt trying to fly but I didn�t feel like one. No, I felt beautiful and like I was really dancing. I would go to dance clubs religiously if they played Gary�s music� and I could dance with someone that knew how to dance like he did. I guess four months in Latin America can do that to a person. But I digress� after hangint out there and talking to a drunken brian, I swung by the Boys� place (that would be kyle max chase phil. From this point they will be the Boys with a cap. B). Unfortunately I had to leave because of� circumstances. I would have liked to stay and share my first night of partying at school with them� and to think, I could have been getting drunk with Kevin and co. so that really was the only imperfect part of the day. You�d think it�d sort of act as a downer on my beautiful day� but it does not. I wish I could just hang out with my friends and have it be just that. Hanging out with my friends. I don�t see a problem. But I sang myself home and then I ran from my car to my dorm singing my newfound ultimate rain song: I am Henry the VIII I know that no matter what happens I will have my voice and my seamus and he does wonders to comfort me and soothe me and mellow me out and keep me company. Although humans are nice too� *shrug* oh well.. as long as this does not become a typical Saturday night for me I�m cool. Besides, like I said, I sang. I have my music here. And my pretty rug and I can sleep with my bear tonight and I didn�t last night and it was hard to fall asleep without it. Hey, whatev man. I�m chill. The world is yours. Fucker. Or perhaps �lousy fuckface� wasn�t that the term you used, Lisa? That�s okay brian. Nothing was meant by it. =) I am looking forward to hookahville muchly. i better go!!! funny when your worst fault is that you're you. and john, i didn't mean to leave so early. i was supposed to be home last night. i am sorry. |
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| Hey Boy, next time maybe, huh?... it's okay. I understand. |
| August 18, 2001 |