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[Tue 22 Dec / 2:44pm] |
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Lady Gaga - Just Dance |
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The thought of spending Christmas alone in this glass-walled monstrosity is both welcome and making me feel lonely. I almost miss the smell of burning sugar cookies and the sound of Dad singing along with Frank Sinatra's Christmas album in his study as he wraps presents. The massive box of presents does soothe some. I opened them all right away. What's the point in waiting? Christmas will be just another day to me here.
What am I going to do with 2 bottles of A.H. Hirsch 16 Year Old Reserve Bourbon and 6 tins of caviar by myself? Thanks, Dad.
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| 002: Procrastination |
[Tue 8 Dec / 11:36am] |
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Ivy - Tess Don't Tell |
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Walking around town was refreshing. I'm still procrastinating. I have this laptop waiting on the table or slung over my shoulder and I know I should be writing. I know I need to get the thoughts out of my head.
Met an interesting girl. Rosemarie, or rather Rose. I think I caught sight of several other people I recognized. People I knew during summer vacations but who look so grown up. So different now.
There are so many more kids in this area than I realized too. I wonder how many of them would be interested in private dancing lessons. Not that I really want to jump back into dancing just yet. But it's easier to procrastinate if I have something else to do besides wander around aimlessly.
Wouldn't it be nice if someone like the guy, that summer when I was sixteen, still lived in Lyric. That was an amazing summer. Never thought I'd meet someone so in tune with me other than My. I wonder what he's doing now. Maybe I need to take a walk and find out.
Ugh, procrastination.
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| 001: Settling |
[Wed 2 Dec / 9:55am] |
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Paganini - Caprice No. 24 |
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Settling into a new place always fills me with two very opposite feelings. Dread and peace. I dread the inevitable moments of coming face to face with new people and not knowing the words to say to break the ice. I feel so at peace being anonymous and far, far away from my parents' everlasting gazes of expectation.
It's not as difficult as the move to NYU, being here in Lyric. No, because we used to spend many summers here when I was younger. The landscape is familiar and the changes that have happened over the years have been good ones. The neighbors have all stopped by to bring me coffee cake and welcome me back. I feel as though I came home. Almost.
The one thing that would make this more complete would be the addition of a very large coffee and the hubbub of people going about their lives. I think I will take myself downtown. I think I remember a cafe and a visit to the MAC would be a good way to kill a few hours too.
Can't avoid this book much longer though. It'll burst out of me if I try. I think they call that logorrhea. That would be pretty damned funny in public... Well. Maybe in retrospect.
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