May 27th, 2004
I really want the pictures off my mom’s digicam, since those are from gradumuation, but I have no clue where the camera is, or if the plug for mine will work with it, since they’re totally different brands. Though! I think we use the same card, so I could always just stick the card in mine and… I’m going to quit rambling now.
May 17th, 2004
I really ought to write about graduation and being back home and all sorts of things. I suppose this does come out of being back home, but it’s not about that really. I’ve spent all day doing spring cleaning, and we have bags and bags of stuff to go to the Good Will now: old stuffed animals and games and crafts from when I was a kid, things I’ve finally managed to let go of. Lots of garbage as well. I discovered that after five years the ink on Target receipts fades to white.
In amongst all of this I found a song we sang in my German class my fifth grade year, written by Heinrich Heine (music by Friedrich Silcher) about the legend of Lorelei and the famous rock near St. Goarshausen on the Rhine River:
May 10th, 2004
I had my very last class as an undergrad today, which is insane. It was insanely boring (though made infinitely more tolerable by the glittery pink heart on my left big-toenail), and I gave my very first ‘very dissatisfied’ on a teacher/class review. Several of them, in fact, something I’ve been looking forward to half the semester. And then I walked out the door and down out of Baldwin Hall. I’ll be there again Saturday for graduation, but that may be the last time I’m ever in that building again, and that’s –
I don’t know. I’m still not thinking about it, not really.
May 7th, 2004
Last night I drew a slender, shallow river on a chalkboard and filled it with overlarge marine life: fish with preposterously-long fins, thick-shelled turtles, whales whose tails spanned from bank to bank. Later I witnessed an epic battle between Willow (from Buffy) and another witch, then followed as Willow leapt from an impossible height, her hair going white as she floated to the ground. Then she called the whale up out of the river — quite real now — and turned it into a bus, which we all rode through the sky to Disneyland.
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On the agenda for today:
May 2nd, 2004
When I leave the photo lab after having been there for a long time, I can taste the fix in the back of my mouth for hours, sometimes the whole evening. I feel absolutely saturated with developing chemicals. And I feel like that right now, only with rootbeer (and vanilla vodka).
Had a fabulous time last night. The drag queens were astounding (and so utterly sexy), and I danced until my feet ached right through the alcohol (four inch bootheels will do that, I suppose). Sarah S. was there in these fabulous enormous Hedwig sunglasses and this velvet coat she must have been dying in, but Kyle was a no-show (or at least we never found him). My photography teacher was also there (I believe her husband was judging the drag show). Spent the very last part of the dance just sitting watching hot gay boys.
Then we went to the slowest McD’s on the face of the earth, but that was all right. I’ve also discovered why I’ve always had trouble sleeping after drinking, and that would be (oh! big surprise!) the caffeinated pop I’ve always used to mix. So last night rootbeer and I was out pretty much as soon as I crawled into bed, which was nice.
And now I’m going to go find something to eat and something for this mild but annoying headache.