Saturday, August 31, 2002
plaid llama22: dun dun dun
Punkyelhsa: bum bum bum
plaid llama22: do do do
Punkyelhsa: la la la
plaid llama22: dum dum dum
Punkyelhsa: doo da doo
plaid llama22: la de da
Punkyelhsa: bum ba dum
plaid llama22: boom chicka doom
Punkyelhsa: la la la
plaid llama22: haha
plaid llama22: u already said that
plaid llama22: i win
Punkyelhsa: fine
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
polarREL: ashey, that made me want to cry, i miss you oh so much. i can understand why you wouldn't want to come back but i still wish that you still lived here. i miss you and your glorious smile, i live for that smile, the one that you only give when you are truely happpy. your eyes glow and your voice gets all high and exceted. you made my life something special. thank you.
When I lived in Reston, Friday nights were a seemingly humble affair. We'd play phone tag for a couple hours then decide to go to someone's house, usually Ariel's. At some point during the evening we'd pile onto the couch to watch a movie we had seen many a times before. In a tangle of arms and legs and torsos we'd talk and laugh and giggle and spill jelly beans all over the place. I had a special glass I always drank out of, and usually a special food, tho it varried at times [burritos and Chex Mix were my staples]. We'd go up to her room and lay on top of the bed and each other to look at pictures or read or listen to music until our parents came to pick us up. No one really wanted to go home, and sometimes we'd make up for it by calling each other and talking until the wee hours of the night.
I think that's what I miss the most. Holding hands in the hallway, bringing gifts for friends randomly because you saw it and oh my goodness, wouldn't that be perfect for her?! Weekends were something to be anticipated, and lunch was the break we'd been waiting for. Art classes were in the hallway, drawing and painting and splashing color and shapes onto paper. I never completed a single work, but never left unhappy.
What's even stranger is, if given the chance, I don't think I'd go back....
I feel like taking a long drive to nowhere on a sunny day [much like this one]. Would you care to come with me? We could drive and drive and talk and listen and laugh and then get out and dance by the side of the road. I'd like to pick flowers and eat cucumbers and paint my toenails, or maybe just sit by the ocean at night with a guitar and a fire and people who know me inside and out. I really would like to. And I'd be ever-so-flattered if you chose to come with me. There's a seat in the car with your name on it, and I'll even let you pick some of the music....
Sunday, August 25, 2002
I feel awfully pretty right now. Making things and writing and talking and listening [oh, listening...] makes me want to live in a dream. Or maybe just stay like this, because it's just as good--no, better.
I was trying to sing the words to a song that I couldn't quite remember. When I listened to it, I realized I was trying to sing the guitar part. ["Perfect Afternoon" by The Softies]
Right now, toast and nectarine jam [grown and made in our own home] seems to fit just right. Who knows, maybe a glass of milk will grace me with it's presence...
