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Vacation has come and gone...
Feb. 27th, 2006 09:22 pmMeh, I've had absolutely no energy whatsoever to devote to updating this thing--but I do, annoyingly enough, find myself with plenty to say.
Vacation was restful, and that's an understatement. I think I slept more this vacation than I have in any other one week within my recollection (considering my health was at least decent over the course of it).
Scott finally, finally came to visit Arlington. We've been trying to get him to come since we were about 11 years old, and now 5-6 years later, we finally managed it. We had an impromptu sleepover at Katie's house, where Scott and I were introduced to Katamari Damacy, The Infamous Rolling Game. (At some point, there was a character speaking Esperanto. I was so shocked I didn't register at first, but yei~) There was also this trippy movie about weed that was sort of boring. I ended up calling Bear at around 10.30, convinced that since Bear was also friends with Scott, he should have a chance to participate in the single night of hangingoutitude. However, he refused to walk over since his parents were asleep--but agreed to meet us if we were to walk to his house. Scott readily agreed to walk with me, donning his Batman costume, just to be weird. Katie followed along with a disapproving-cause-you're-batshit-crazy air. Admittedly, she had a point, since walking a mile across Arlington at 11 at night isn't something you want to do every day, particularly not in oppressively cold winter temperatures. That didn't stop it from being fun, though. Scott drew some stares, and even a verbal acknowledgement from a couple of passersby. Not as though there were too many of them; Arlington is pretty dead at that hour. Sufficiently dead, in fact, that Katie was able to draw a Batman symbol in the dew on the window of a random car without facing public inquery.
When we got to Bear's, there was a big "what now" moment, before Katie decided to call her mother for a ride home. Scott, Bear, and I walked up to Menotomy Rocks park, sitting on the perimiter wall, just talking. It wasn't a glamorous moment. It was cold, and dark, and the wall wasn't ideal for sitting on--but the stillness of the hour, the simplicity of the gathering, and the camraderie of my friends, one of whom I hadn't seen in a considerably long time, added a strange satisfaction to the moment. I think, if I could define my vacation with a scene, it would be that one.
After that we made our way back to Katie's, traversing heights and giving me personally the best workout I've had in awhile. By the time we got back to Katie's house--with me exhausted, Scott freezing (spandex costume, lol), and Bear not feeling too great either--it was a welcome end to the journey.
At that point, I passed out on the floor, and was contented to listen to the Katamari discourse through a haze of omfgpant. I thought that I was registering everything, but I mustn't have been, since I was hearing Bear's voice, and then I opened my eyes, and he was gone. Katie said he'd been brought home awhile ago. Weird.
The next morning, mom brought Scott and I to Panera, where we breakfasted to a backdrop of gusty flurries. I also showed him Kamakaze, and explained to him that it, along with the Capitol Theater, were probably about the extent of what Arlington had to offer. He didn't seem bothered by this. (Then again, if I lived on a mountain in Rome, Maine, population 3, I probably wouldn't either.)
Anyway, that was that. The only other noteworthy event over the break was Eva's birthday party, which probably would have been more interesting to me if I had known more of the people who were there. As it was, I admired Eva's mother's usage of old yogurt containers as disposable cups, and got to talk to and dance with Danny for three hours, so all in all it was okay.
I also got to meet the lady who will be my medicine practicioner, and have decided I do not like her at all. She is gruff, seems bitter, and had awful psychologist protocol. She asked me about my drug habits and suicidal tendencies--all in front of my mother. Granted, I didn't have too much to hide in that regard, but if I had, I surely would have lied. For that reason, psychologists are supposed to interrogate adolescent clients in isolation, a courtesy and item of decorum that she clearly entirely ignored. It makes me very sad indeed that she will be taking the place of my Dr. Patel, the pleasant, bubbly referral psychologist whom I enjoy(ed) seeing very much.
Over the break, I also came into the posession of several lovely books. Among them were a 'The Art of Star Trek' manual, which I found enchanting and hope will provide me with artistic inspiration. Another was 'Self-Made Man', the story of a woman who dresses up as a man to infiltrate their social settings and try to understand their interactions as a participant..(this one is really good; I've been sacrificing sleep for it), as well as un libro en español, apparently a classic that I simply had to buy and explore once I realized I could fully comprehend the back cover. If only I had unlimitless time to slog through it, heh.
Speaking of artistic inspiration, I came across some of my old sketchbooks. I can't believe what I thought was good a couple of years ago. It makes me want to go back in time and squeak messages of omgyousuck at my former self. I USED TO PARADE THIS STUFF AS MY FINEST WORK. BECAUSE IT WAS. AUGH. Can't deal. I want to throw the old books away, but at the same time, I have to keep them for perspective and achiving. But that doesn't stop them from being disgusting.
I apologize if anyone's actually reading this; this is like the entry-that-endeth-not. I suppose more has transpired than it seemed to have. Anyway, I'll shut up now, but not without first noting that Katie sat in on my French class today and learnt une list de vocabulaire...sort of. :D Elle m'a suivie et je ne pouvais pas me debarrasser d'elle...heh.
That, and after midnight tomorrow, I'll be 18. Whoo.
Vacation was restful, and that's an understatement. I think I slept more this vacation than I have in any other one week within my recollection (considering my health was at least decent over the course of it).
Scott finally, finally came to visit Arlington. We've been trying to get him to come since we were about 11 years old, and now 5-6 years later, we finally managed it. We had an impromptu sleepover at Katie's house, where Scott and I were introduced to Katamari Damacy, The Infamous Rolling Game. (At some point, there was a character speaking Esperanto. I was so shocked I didn't register at first, but yei~) There was also this trippy movie about weed that was sort of boring. I ended up calling Bear at around 10.30, convinced that since Bear was also friends with Scott, he should have a chance to participate in the single night of hangingoutitude. However, he refused to walk over since his parents were asleep--but agreed to meet us if we were to walk to his house. Scott readily agreed to walk with me, donning his Batman costume, just to be weird. Katie followed along with a disapproving-cause-you're-batshit-crazy air. Admittedly, she had a point, since walking a mile across Arlington at 11 at night isn't something you want to do every day, particularly not in oppressively cold winter temperatures. That didn't stop it from being fun, though. Scott drew some stares, and even a verbal acknowledgement from a couple of passersby. Not as though there were too many of them; Arlington is pretty dead at that hour. Sufficiently dead, in fact, that Katie was able to draw a Batman symbol in the dew on the window of a random car without facing public inquery.
When we got to Bear's, there was a big "what now" moment, before Katie decided to call her mother for a ride home. Scott, Bear, and I walked up to Menotomy Rocks park, sitting on the perimiter wall, just talking. It wasn't a glamorous moment. It was cold, and dark, and the wall wasn't ideal for sitting on--but the stillness of the hour, the simplicity of the gathering, and the camraderie of my friends, one of whom I hadn't seen in a considerably long time, added a strange satisfaction to the moment. I think, if I could define my vacation with a scene, it would be that one.
After that we made our way back to Katie's, traversing heights and giving me personally the best workout I've had in awhile. By the time we got back to Katie's house--with me exhausted, Scott freezing (spandex costume, lol), and Bear not feeling too great either--it was a welcome end to the journey.
At that point, I passed out on the floor, and was contented to listen to the Katamari discourse through a haze of omfgpant. I thought that I was registering everything, but I mustn't have been, since I was hearing Bear's voice, and then I opened my eyes, and he was gone. Katie said he'd been brought home awhile ago. Weird.
The next morning, mom brought Scott and I to Panera, where we breakfasted to a backdrop of gusty flurries. I also showed him Kamakaze, and explained to him that it, along with the Capitol Theater, were probably about the extent of what Arlington had to offer. He didn't seem bothered by this. (Then again, if I lived on a mountain in Rome, Maine, population 3, I probably wouldn't either.)
Anyway, that was that. The only other noteworthy event over the break was Eva's birthday party, which probably would have been more interesting to me if I had known more of the people who were there. As it was, I admired Eva's mother's usage of old yogurt containers as disposable cups, and got to talk to and dance with Danny for three hours, so all in all it was okay.
I also got to meet the lady who will be my medicine practicioner, and have decided I do not like her at all. She is gruff, seems bitter, and had awful psychologist protocol. She asked me about my drug habits and suicidal tendencies--all in front of my mother. Granted, I didn't have too much to hide in that regard, but if I had, I surely would have lied. For that reason, psychologists are supposed to interrogate adolescent clients in isolation, a courtesy and item of decorum that she clearly entirely ignored. It makes me very sad indeed that she will be taking the place of my Dr. Patel, the pleasant, bubbly referral psychologist whom I enjoy(ed) seeing very much.
Over the break, I also came into the posession of several lovely books. Among them were a 'The Art of Star Trek' manual, which I found enchanting and hope will provide me with artistic inspiration. Another was 'Self-Made Man', the story of a woman who dresses up as a man to infiltrate their social settings and try to understand their interactions as a participant..(this one is really good; I've been sacrificing sleep for it), as well as un libro en español, apparently a classic that I simply had to buy and explore once I realized I could fully comprehend the back cover. If only I had unlimitless time to slog through it, heh.
Speaking of artistic inspiration, I came across some of my old sketchbooks. I can't believe what I thought was good a couple of years ago. It makes me want to go back in time and squeak messages of omgyousuck at my former self. I USED TO PARADE THIS STUFF AS MY FINEST WORK. BECAUSE IT WAS. AUGH. Can't deal. I want to throw the old books away, but at the same time, I have to keep them for perspective and achiving. But that doesn't stop them from being disgusting.
I apologize if anyone's actually reading this; this is like the entry-that-endeth-not. I suppose more has transpired than it seemed to have. Anyway, I'll shut up now, but not without first noting that Katie sat in on my French class today and learnt une list de vocabulaire...sort of. :D Elle m'a suivie et je ne pouvais pas me debarrasser d'elle...heh.
That, and after midnight tomorrow, I'll be 18. Whoo.
