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[Jan. 16th, 2003|11:57 pm] |
I made notes, somewhere. I always think of the most fascinating things when I'm furthest from a notepad.
I woke up around seven-thirty, drove out from eight-fifteen until five that evening. Absolutely nothing interesting; I just listened to the same three hours of tunes over, and over, and over again. I think a trucker may have flirted with me, but that was the highlight. Oh, and that mysterious sign for a road numbered 18---the tiny lettering on it says "Mahoning County". Mystery solved, and it only took six or so trips past it...
This visit has been... a pleasant one, in general---all expanded ourselves, learned something new. Lee with the hand sex, Nate and me with the piercing. It's amazing to look back at our roots... I remember Lee gravitating to boys in skirts, me reading TheList (and trying to send it to absolutely everyone), and now Nate's stories of his early attempts at piercing. The signs, I think, were all there for what we were to become.
Lunch was pretzels, gummis and some frighteningly cheap jerky acquired in a place called "Snow Shoe". Full of that sort of thing, I stumbled into a much smaller training group. It seems that half of us have dropped out. More to the point, I was told that I barely escaped being culled from the group tonight. My next teachbacks are on Saturday; tomorrow will be spent, when not sleeping, furiously stuffing dialogue and diagrams into my brain. I very, very much need this job. At least Geary was honest with me.
Paula needs to listen to "Midwestern Saturday Night". Gives me a warm fuzzy. Though... I think I might be all set with those for tonight. Sleeping alone for a change. I should most certainly contact her when I wake up.
My first act, upon my return, was to wake up my parents by crushing some small wicker basket that was strategically placed in a Stan-blocking position. It's nice to know that some things don't change even a tiny bit. On the other hand, it's a goddamned pain in the ass, too.
I see an angry comment on my previous post. Too much to deal with today. If I made people pay for me-porn, maybe I could get a dozen and a half people agreeing with me and offering to, I quote, "punch him in the face for you, ninja style". Adorable. Threats of physical violence are such a cuddly thing to come home to.
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