You Understood, and You'd Take Care Of Me
2005-01-15 @ 2:32 p.m.
"I would like to be a lively youth on the day of the Apocalypse. I would like to glide along a wide, open road somewhere, facing in the opposing direction of the hover-scooter’s movement so that I may see the synchronically crashing meteors that I would just barely be escaping. I would move down a road where there is nothing but grass or maybe cornfields on either side. Why not squash fields? Would you really want to be surrounded by squash fields on the day of the Apocalypse? No, I didn’t think so. Why not lilies? Forget the vegetables, I want lilies. And I want to be naked and with a boner."
Yes, that was just a tidbit from a super long e-mail my boyfriend David sent me. It's something he wrote last New Years(the day we became 'official'), and I had part of it from last year, but last night he sent it all to me.
Boy does he have some amazing writing talent.
I love that boy, even if he is nineteen and that's 'weird'.
A conversation of last evening made me feel a million times better. Things will be okay, I just need to calm down and inhale and exhale and let things happen.
I need to stop bottling all of my thoughts and emotions up while waiting to explode. I need to keep a continuous line of communication. Yes, I do.
Sometime between today and Monday I need to write a paper about Abe Lincoln and if he was the Great Emancipator or not. I still haven't decided which side I'm going to pick. I'm not worried though, I have a 99.17% in that class, I kid you not. I can fail the final and still get an A. We all know I'm not going to fail that sucker anyway.
That brings me to how I was summoned to room 272. 272 being the Dean of Disciplin's office. A security guard came to my math class and took me from it, not telling me where I was going. Then they kept asking me WHY I was in room 272, and I couldn't answer them because I had no clue why. My disciplin dean eventually interragated me on what I saw when my American History(X, haha) class stole the final exam. Yeah, I had nothing to do with it and yet they need to ask me anyway. Pshwa. I just told him that I was there, I saw what was happening, but I had nothing to do with it. What was I going to do, tell them to stop? They wouldn't of listened to me, so I didn't say anything. Anyway, I didn't get into any trouble, so that's okay, but they scared the unholy fuck out of me. I'm so mad about that.
On Monday evening I am going to the Riviera on Racine and Lawrence in Chicago to see Bright Eyes and Tilly and the Wall(I've never heard of them but I guess they're very good.) I've always liked Bright Eyes, and I find myself listening to them a lot. The singer, Conor is a beautiful person, his voice just hits you like soft waves. The lyrics are so true and honest, and I just love them. I'm so excited. My good friend/buddy/lady/love/fellow weirdo Natalya is comming with me, it's going to be her first real concert experience. I think she's going to have a magnificent time, and I'm going to do my best to make sure she does. I hope that we both can become concert buddies, because I'm always looking for new people to go to concerts with.
Speaking of which, Goldfinger are coming to town on Feb. 2nd, any takers?
I will write before this break is over.
Haligh haligh....
Smile everyone. You're on Sam's candid brain captions.
-SaM
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To All Of Ye Good Men - 2005-03-13
The Black Label Society are Blasting My Ears So Good - 2005-03-11