1:30 p.m. - 2003-09-24
catch-22
Damn and double damn! I just want life to slow down a little...is that so much to ask?! It's funny - I've spent so much of my life trying to will it to pass more quickly, and I have been overwhelmed at the pace of which I am living. And now I'm just trying to catch up and deal with rampant change.
Janet is moving today. To Michigan. And before you ask yourself 'Michigan? What the fuck?' it is abundantly necessary to turn around and ask 'Missoula? What the fuck?'
Janet was my neighbor at the magic pink house, who I have spent a lot of time with over the last year. Long, pre-summer nights of bourbon-drinking and vommiting. Obsessing about the nature of her odd relationship with a man twenty years her junior (not me). Smoking unearthly amounts of weed. Talking about writing, people, failures, inevitabilities, hilarities...
And thinking about her leaving has just left me empty for the past two days. Probably because it feels like yet another person disappearing from my life. We do however have a date: Diego Rivera murals in Detroit with the possibility of a grad school path-crossing in Ann Arbor. I'm sure this is just a primer for the senior year bail-out blitz, but instead of treating it as such, I'll just plan on crossing that bridge when I come to it.
On a totally different tack: My vow to become a hard-hitting crime reporter for at least a semester has been broken, a mere two days later. I have decided that it would serve me well to cut my school week down to three consecutive days, leaving me with the four day weekend. I have had road trip fever, and am currently toying with the idea of assembling a small group of people to throw together a travel guide of sorts. More on this later.
Tonight, I have nonfiction and work with the crush ahead of me.
Workworkworkcrushcrushcrushsaaaaad. That's how I would trace the diaristic timeline of 'since school started.'
