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[Nov. 5th, 2001|07:40 pm]
The Veritable TechNinja
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Fools and their money

Anyone want to buy Ted Bundy's jail bunk?

Kate, you have to read this

...But we get along with eachother just fine...

Dad, that tickles!

Ahh... That's better. Inexplicably complex weekend, but nobody ever accused me of moderation. It started with a pretty innocent idea, get out and do something. I've been holed up too long, sucking on the bitter pill of fear. Well, it's comforting to know I'm not just paranoid, I guess... No sooner did I get there was I swept up in to roiling social drama. Non-stop onslaught of everything that's ever caused me to shy away from the limelight. Who am I to believe? Who's side am I on? Who's on my side? Who fucking cares. I just came to have a little fun, the last thing I need is to be swept back in to this puppet show. No sooner did I finally give up on listening to all this did the very moment I'd been wishing for since the first person rushed me, spewing words dripping with veiled spite and vindictive ambition, seemed to pass me by. R. walked past, no P. Duh, bathroom. I stuck around for a while, desperately trying to enjoy myself, but we were both ready to just go home.
More social complexity reared it's ugly head on the ride home, but it's to be expected I guess. Finally, sleep. Sleep, and a chance to redeem myself for my mistakes. Maybe I'm overcompensating in my attempts to overcome this inherent trust in promises, but I was all too relieved to just let it stop for a while. Nothing in this world could have felt better than to have my omaesan in my arms, to feel what I had wished so desperately for so long. It felt like ages shed from my shoulders. I smiled.
The next lazy day, we decided to just spend the day swimming in that bliss. Then, a resurrection. We went to the bookstore, intent on reviving my literacy. We did just that. I picked Gibson's Burning Chrome, and she struck the flint with the classic I'd forsaken, I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream. I returned the favor with Dialogue between a Priest and a Dying Man. We sat and read quietly together, with a man fiddling with an acoustic guitar in the background. When we both finished, she snagged American Psycho for me. No watching the movie and conveniently forgetting to read the book afterwords for me. I made the dinner I had planned. Didn't turn out anywhere near what I'd hoped, but I know I did my best. None the less, we made it a beautiful night. Never did get to that ice cream, though.
The next day, we headed out for the plans we'd deferred on Saturday. We headed back to Cranbrook, my camera in tow. Never did take any pictures, but I don't think either of us really cared. Had some delicious Thai food in Birmingham while we were in the area, and headed back to the dorm. The studybot did indeed call, but it didn't stop us from making the best of it. I started American Psycho, got pretty far in to it by the time she'd finished. Had some different ice cream, and some coffee, perfect compliments to the ambiance. I couldn't bear the thought of ending the weekend there, so I stayed the night. I'm ecstatic that I did, nothing could replace it. It's finally working, this may be it. At long last. If I could ask anything, that would be it.

[User Picture]From: hannunvaakuna
2001-11-05 05:53 pm (UTC)
Kate, you have to read this

doh! we actually caught some kids in there on saturday. too bad i wasn't actually working that day, otherwise i would have gone out of my way to publically embarass them!

alarms...not a bad idea...
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[User Picture]From: matic
2001-11-05 09:05 pm (UTC)
by embarassing them, do you mean you would make them explain what a dirty sanchez is, in full detail, to a group of 70 year old people?
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[User Picture]From: hannunvaakuna
2001-11-06 02:31 am (UTC)
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