novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the REAL beginning of the odd days (journal) so now it is summer, and the arc of my life has mindfully backflipped upon my returning to ventura; schnauzers, a blue room, familial chaos. sometimes i feel as if i am trapped inside a photo album. i have been reading everything in sight. for a week i trudged through eveyln waugh's Brideshead Revisited, and now spend a seventh as much on as many of carl hiaasen's books as i can find (post script: after five, i got sick of the recurring plotline, even though he masterfully adds crazy floridian characters) besides an only -slightly-dull (but nevertheless scary) health + nutrition class, this is all that i do. i still smoke a lot, and sleep during strange lulls. but generally, for the three weeks and two days since i have been back, i've been avoiding doing anything else. small but important things of mine are missing since my move: my [real] journal, nickelodeon camera, blue satchel bag...other things aren't here either but i know where they are at: denieal's. i wonder if and when she'll send me my stuff. she's busy but i miss my stuff. i wonder where the rest is. and i miss my new journal, my old faithfull bag and my fledgling camera more than anything else i own that is actually present in my cramped blue room right now. long term plans for the summer: you know my mind has daydreamed what it wants to happen: losing weight, taking pictures, writing, class, saving some money + travel. 1 am - 6.7.2000 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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