Friday, May 29, 2009
and I am once again with you
"What does everybody want from me? Leave me alone. I don’t want to go back. I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of my lawyer and my accountant and I can’t help anybody. I can’t help the cancer society and I can’t help the blind people and the kidney victims, I can’t help my sister and I don’t want to get married Isobel. It’s the last thing I need now is a family and a commitment. Isobel?"
Monday, May 25, 2009
Lake Girl
At both entrances to my neighborhood there are two big lakes. At the end of last summer I left for college and my trips home were mostly for holidays and the occasional weekend. This past semester as I pull into my neighborhood I drive past the lake I began to notice that there is a girl standing there listening to music. She stands on the corner by the bench and just stares at the lake and occasionally looks at the cars that pass. She’s probably in middle school or early high school, but come rain or shine; I can usually guarantee her to be out there when I drive by during the afternoons.
Now I am not the only person to notice this girl. My mom and my brother have also developed this weird fascination with this girl, coining her Lake Girl. Sometimes my brother will even declare when he gets home from school “Saw the girl by the lake on my way home” nonchalantly.
The other day I had fallen asleep watching T.V upstairs in my game room and I had left the doors open. So when my brother came home from school I woke up and just kind of laid there on the couch and I could hear my brother talking to my mom. All of a sudden I began to pay attention to what he was saying. Apparently when he drives by he always waves to the lake girl, and that day, she flagged him over. She asked if he had gotten a new truck and he said no. He asked her how she was doing and she said “good” and then a few cars were waiting behind him in the street so he had to leave.
I was shocked. My fascination with Lake Girl was suddenly renewed. I asked him questions about what their conversation entailed and “Why didn’t you ask her why she stands out by the lake all the time?!” he said he didn’t really think to and mostly because he didn’t have time.
I don’t know what it is but I like having something to daydream about. I like to have a routine, something that I can guarantee, no matter what, will always be there. Like the sound my fan makes at night or the way my mom’s car air conditioner smells when you first turn it on or how goldfish taste so much better after swimming. I don’t know what it is but Lake Girl has become one of those routines to me; I can count on her to be standing by the lake when I drive by. Maybe I should wave to her instead of watching her out of the corner of my eye when I drive by. Perhaps shed wave back.
Now I am not the only person to notice this girl. My mom and my brother have also developed this weird fascination with this girl, coining her Lake Girl. Sometimes my brother will even declare when he gets home from school “Saw the girl by the lake on my way home” nonchalantly.
The other day I had fallen asleep watching T.V upstairs in my game room and I had left the doors open. So when my brother came home from school I woke up and just kind of laid there on the couch and I could hear my brother talking to my mom. All of a sudden I began to pay attention to what he was saying. Apparently when he drives by he always waves to the lake girl, and that day, she flagged him over. She asked if he had gotten a new truck and he said no. He asked her how she was doing and she said “good” and then a few cars were waiting behind him in the street so he had to leave.
I was shocked. My fascination with Lake Girl was suddenly renewed. I asked him questions about what their conversation entailed and “Why didn’t you ask her why she stands out by the lake all the time?!” he said he didn’t really think to and mostly because he didn’t have time.
I don’t know what it is but I like having something to daydream about. I like to have a routine, something that I can guarantee, no matter what, will always be there. Like the sound my fan makes at night or the way my mom’s car air conditioner smells when you first turn it on or how goldfish taste so much better after swimming. I don’t know what it is but Lake Girl has become one of those routines to me; I can count on her to be standing by the lake when I drive by. Maybe I should wave to her instead of watching her out of the corner of my eye when I drive by. Perhaps shed wave back.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
alison
rainy day spent watching the french open with a nap somewhere in between.
best commercial ive seen in a long time btw.
best commercial ive seen in a long time btw.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
a tuesday night
blueberry pie+ butterfinger hot chocolate + sleepless in seattle + going to bed early= the best night i've had in a long while.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
graduation
Well it’s the first weekend of summer and I am back in Baton Rouge. Last night my cousin graduated high school and my dad and I spent good six or so hours of Friday driving/stuck in traffic.. The graduation was alright, about as fun as any graduation can be and I spent the better part of it recording it in the stands.
Afterwards my aunt had a graduation party planned for my cousin Stewart. I rode home with him in his new truck. He was proud to have a sun roof and we rode with it open the whole way back. I didn’t complain because living out in the country like they do the stars are much more visible. We were the first ones back to the house and Stewart did not want to have this party. His mom had a chocolate milk toast planned (his favorite drink) and other surprises. Perhaps the thing that aggravated him the most was a photo hanging by the food table. He yelled, “Brian look at it. Isnt it the gayest thing you’ve ever seen?! Brian, please, take it down. They won’t notice. Just take it down.” All the while I could not stop laughing. I took a picture so I wouldn’t forget it.
Whenever there is a food that I love that I don’t eat very often I tend to have the problem of overeating. Last night was no exception as I was presented with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. I preceded to eat somewhere around 15 of them and promptly felt like throwing up everywhere. I spent the rest of the night sitting down and occasionally moaning.
On a side note I cut myself shaving last night right on the corner of my mouth and it hurts so bad. I cant yawn or drink orange juice indefinitely.
Afterwards my aunt had a graduation party planned for my cousin Stewart. I rode home with him in his new truck. He was proud to have a sun roof and we rode with it open the whole way back. I didn’t complain because living out in the country like they do the stars are much more visible. We were the first ones back to the house and Stewart did not want to have this party. His mom had a chocolate milk toast planned (his favorite drink) and other surprises. Perhaps the thing that aggravated him the most was a photo hanging by the food table. He yelled, “Brian look at it. Isnt it the gayest thing you’ve ever seen?! Brian, please, take it down. They won’t notice. Just take it down.” All the while I could not stop laughing. I took a picture so I wouldn’t forget it.
Whenever there is a food that I love that I don’t eat very often I tend to have the problem of overeating. Last night was no exception as I was presented with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. I preceded to eat somewhere around 15 of them and promptly felt like throwing up everywhere. I spent the rest of the night sitting down and occasionally moaning.
On a side note I cut myself shaving last night right on the corner of my mouth and it hurts so bad. I cant yawn or drink orange juice indefinitely.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
all time
1. this must be the place (naive melody) by talking heads
2. temptation- new order
3. ceremony- new order
4. just like heaven- the cure
those are the only 4 i can say for 100% for sure.
2. temptation- new order
3. ceremony- new order
4. just like heaven- the cure
those are the only 4 i can say for 100% for sure.
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