May. 24th, 2004

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ride the subway
make graffiti
go to Famous Ray’s
buy ziti
get the paper
no more artwork
make the mayor a dartboard


--Nellie McKay, "Suitcase Song"


I went to Wal-Mart twice today. The second time was at night after the wonderful Friday School dinner party held to thank Molly's dad for all the time and effort he put into feeding us "free" food and teaching us. Anyway, it's been storming off and on all day and as I drove to Wal-Mart the second time there was pale yellow lightning that ripped the sky to shreds. It was beautiful. I was listening to seemingly nonsensical Nellie McKay songs that make a lot of sense to me right now, just driving into this big navy blue ripped up sky.


It makes studying seem very unimportant.


Last night I went to Steak 'n' Shake with Kristen, Shiva, and Carolyn at 10 o'clock and got a milkshake called a "Side by Side" that was half banana and half chocolate. It was a happy night. Everything seems strangely happy right now. People seem to make a point to remind each other of memories, but the reminiscence doesn't feel forced or awkward. Today at dinner I said something that made Molly lean over and give me a hug. Even though Molly is probably the friend I hug most anyway, it's so nice to feel this collective desire for closure and closeness. Somehow doing our "A Doll House" skit for English felt the same way. I don't know why.


To paraphrase an amusing part of the night...
Dan: With too much solitude, I'd probably just start talking to myself...
Amy: Stalking yourself?
Dan: No, talking!
Crowd: Ha, ha, ha...stalking yourself!
Dan: Oh my gosh...is that me coming around the corner?
Amy: Do you hear that noise? I think I'm here!


I was pleasantly surprised by the awards show. The hour-and-a-half stretched into days, but I got a couple of unexpected things and it felt really, really good. The art show was fun, too.


After tomorrow, I'll never attend a high school class again. I need to bring a camera to school.


I feel both intense and light as a feather.

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