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It's been an odd week. Nick was absent for most of it, I visited Spokane, delivered court papers, met new people, and (as always) cleaned up cat shit. Haley and I enjoyed New Moon, coffee, and the Haunted Airman. We were conned into running around the tube/play thing at the Fairchild Airforce Base's "Funspot." Natalie had an insatiable need to plummet carelessly through the sticky plastic tunnels. We ran after her again and again trying to prevent head injuries and broken limbs. Kayden bashed Haley in the nose. Rob and his faithful companion Roberts had abandoned us to go bowling.
Funspot indeed. I drove home through torrents of snow on Sunday. It was rather nerve racking. But I made it.
I hung out with Laurren on Monday, going on an epic death march that lasted three hours.
On Tuesday I stopped in at my Dad's house and we watched "Tommy Knockers." It was tremendously creepy. We also hung around the Walgreen's Redbox late at night and watched the cracked out apartment dwellers sulk about. My dad commented, "Looks like I need to bring a gun down here, Walgreen's is turning into a ghetto!"
Wednesday I spent hours with Gary, watching half a movie, conning pharmacy techs, and buying more sub-par Roaster's coffee. We had a great time, and I realized how much I missed spending time with him. I left at around nine p.m. to catch up with Alec.
I thought it was weird that he hadn't called, and I had been checking my cell phone religiously, waiting.
At ten, he and Lauren came over.
I'll admit it, I was miffed.
Okay, I was genuinely irritated.
Wasn't I important anymore? I had just read a heartfelt entry in our shared notebook about the importance of our friendship...
And then they came over.
Lauren, very uncharacteristically, was quietly staring off into space. I queried her, fearing something had gone terribly wrong.
She giggled.
Ahhh, you're high, aren't you?
Suddenly the night made more sense to me.
We got in the car and drove to the sweet sounds of, "You're full of Stuffing Mr. Femur." A mix that I had burned just for Alec's return.
After about an hour of Rae's house, where the inhabitants also got stoned, I drove us home. Lauren claimed that she needed to be home.
Awkwardness followed, but I'll sum it up with, they left my house and lied to me to smoke more dank weed.
I'm over it.
And really? It's at least partially my fault that everyone gets so evasive when they want to do illegal and exciting teenage things.
My tone is so condemning.
Anyhow, I still hung out with Alec the next day. (After the Thanksgiving festivities.)
On said holiday, I found myself delivering court papers decreeing divorce to my soon to be ex-stepdad. I can't say I enjoyed it, but when you're poor, fifty dollars can be very enticing bait. I then journeyed to my father's to spend the majority of Thanksgiving with him.
My dad's house was relatively normal, as I was accustomed to his wife's relatives and her four children. I mostly hung out with Gary.
My head started throbbing midway through. The noise level was startling. I suppose life as a hermit hasn't prepared me for the sound of screaming babies and over-excited adults.
My brother, if anything far more reclusive, felt much the same way. We left and stopped by my mother's house to make the rounds.
The impending divorce left her weepy and drunk.
I spent about an hour there. It felt like a long time.
I called Alec once I had escaped.
And I met his new car, a prissy looking fancy thing with leather interior. I have no doubts that my Buick could eat its face off.
We smoked, which was odd, I am so used to hearing him cough on each tiny drag. This time he blew the smoke out in gusts, without a single hacking cough.
The times are a changing.
We had a blast. I won't chronicle it any further because he already has.
And Friday was the dance party.
I cleaned the house as soon as I woke, and set out to install my christmas surprise for Nick. Alec helped and we migrated to DQ and then the Shiloh inn to hang with DJ Ricochet. It was lame and hilarious.
Lauren and Alec spent the night, I slept on the floor. The dance was rather fantastic as I lost another pound or so with my freakish moves. I rock at dancing.
In the morning Lauren left and Alec watched me fight with Nick over the phone. Sad, considering that Charlie was finally coming home that day and I had tried so hard to make the house beautiful and full of Christmas spirit.
But when my love (and fiancee)came home I hugged him and we made up.
He even went to New Moon with Alec and co. I was grateful, sitting in the darkened theater, that two people I loved could overcome the awkwardness and enmity to spend time with me. I didn't take it for granted at all.
I cried because New Moon's audience was ridiculous and kept gasping about the rather fugly wolf dudes overworked chest. I find muscles vaguely repulsive. I prefer men with slighty less obviousness.
All the shiny pecks and deltoids on the planet could not make said actor's voice sound more grown up though.
Anyway, I tried to continue hanging out with Alec, but as we drove around oogling the mostly dark houses that occasionally were dotted with one glowing strand of x-mas lights, I began to feel rather awful.
Alec and Rachel were trying to one up each other with the scandulous story hour, and Nick cringed every time Alec mentioned a dude's name. I sipped sparkling cider from the glass bottle.
Then the cider exploded all over my hat, lap, coat, and thermal.
I decided to call it a night after that.
When we got home my condition had worsened. I was shaking with imagined cold, and my forehead burned.
It was awful. I dreamt of Edward Cullen, and combined his story with Peter Pan's in my dreamy head.
Clap to summon Mr. Cullen the succubus.
Clap if you believe in fairies.
I woke up and felt a little better.
Am I dying? I've been sick for three to four months.
This is getting out of hand.
Well it has been a lovely week. And I have about three school days left of fall quarter. So here I come winter vacation...
Funspot indeed. I drove home through torrents of snow on Sunday. It was rather nerve racking. But I made it.
I hung out with Laurren on Monday, going on an epic death march that lasted three hours.
On Tuesday I stopped in at my Dad's house and we watched "Tommy Knockers." It was tremendously creepy. We also hung around the Walgreen's Redbox late at night and watched the cracked out apartment dwellers sulk about. My dad commented, "Looks like I need to bring a gun down here, Walgreen's is turning into a ghetto!"
Wednesday I spent hours with Gary, watching half a movie, conning pharmacy techs, and buying more sub-par Roaster's coffee. We had a great time, and I realized how much I missed spending time with him. I left at around nine p.m. to catch up with Alec.
I thought it was weird that he hadn't called, and I had been checking my cell phone religiously, waiting.
At ten, he and Lauren came over.
I'll admit it, I was miffed.
Okay, I was genuinely irritated.
Wasn't I important anymore? I had just read a heartfelt entry in our shared notebook about the importance of our friendship...
And then they came over.
Lauren, very uncharacteristically, was quietly staring off into space. I queried her, fearing something had gone terribly wrong.
She giggled.
Ahhh, you're high, aren't you?
Suddenly the night made more sense to me.
We got in the car and drove to the sweet sounds of, "You're full of Stuffing Mr. Femur." A mix that I had burned just for Alec's return.
After about an hour of Rae's house, where the inhabitants also got stoned, I drove us home. Lauren claimed that she needed to be home.
Awkwardness followed, but I'll sum it up with, they left my house and lied to me to smoke more dank weed.
I'm over it.
And really? It's at least partially my fault that everyone gets so evasive when they want to do illegal and exciting teenage things.
My tone is so condemning.
Anyhow, I still hung out with Alec the next day. (After the Thanksgiving festivities.)
On said holiday, I found myself delivering court papers decreeing divorce to my soon to be ex-stepdad. I can't say I enjoyed it, but when you're poor, fifty dollars can be very enticing bait. I then journeyed to my father's to spend the majority of Thanksgiving with him.
My dad's house was relatively normal, as I was accustomed to his wife's relatives and her four children. I mostly hung out with Gary.
My head started throbbing midway through. The noise level was startling. I suppose life as a hermit hasn't prepared me for the sound of screaming babies and over-excited adults.
My brother, if anything far more reclusive, felt much the same way. We left and stopped by my mother's house to make the rounds.
The impending divorce left her weepy and drunk.
I spent about an hour there. It felt like a long time.
I called Alec once I had escaped.
And I met his new car, a prissy looking fancy thing with leather interior. I have no doubts that my Buick could eat its face off.
We smoked, which was odd, I am so used to hearing him cough on each tiny drag. This time he blew the smoke out in gusts, without a single hacking cough.
The times are a changing.
We had a blast. I won't chronicle it any further because he already has.
And Friday was the dance party.
I cleaned the house as soon as I woke, and set out to install my christmas surprise for Nick. Alec helped and we migrated to DQ and then the Shiloh inn to hang with DJ Ricochet. It was lame and hilarious.
Lauren and Alec spent the night, I slept on the floor. The dance was rather fantastic as I lost another pound or so with my freakish moves. I rock at dancing.
In the morning Lauren left and Alec watched me fight with Nick over the phone. Sad, considering that Charlie was finally coming home that day and I had tried so hard to make the house beautiful and full of Christmas spirit.
But when my love (and fiancee)came home I hugged him and we made up.
He even went to New Moon with Alec and co. I was grateful, sitting in the darkened theater, that two people I loved could overcome the awkwardness and enmity to spend time with me. I didn't take it for granted at all.
I cried because New Moon's audience was ridiculous and kept gasping about the rather fugly wolf dudes overworked chest. I find muscles vaguely repulsive. I prefer men with slighty less obviousness.
All the shiny pecks and deltoids on the planet could not make said actor's voice sound more grown up though.
Anyway, I tried to continue hanging out with Alec, but as we drove around oogling the mostly dark houses that occasionally were dotted with one glowing strand of x-mas lights, I began to feel rather awful.
Alec and Rachel were trying to one up each other with the scandulous story hour, and Nick cringed every time Alec mentioned a dude's name. I sipped sparkling cider from the glass bottle.
Then the cider exploded all over my hat, lap, coat, and thermal.
I decided to call it a night after that.
When we got home my condition had worsened. I was shaking with imagined cold, and my forehead burned.
It was awful. I dreamt of Edward Cullen, and combined his story with Peter Pan's in my dreamy head.
Clap to summon Mr. Cullen the succubus.
Clap if you believe in fairies.
I woke up and felt a little better.
Am I dying? I've been sick for three to four months.
This is getting out of hand.
Well it has been a lovely week. And I have about three school days left of fall quarter. So here I come winter vacation...
