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Well, first off, things are going well.  I have done practically nothing since Monday’s awesome DEVO concert. Which, by the way, they have posted a video from and you should check it out. It makes me feel all giddy inside.

For the past couple of days, I’ve just been sitting around in my pajamas. I snack a lot at home, which I’m not proud of. I spend more time on my computer, and I’m not proud of that either. But really, there’s no way of me going anywhere as it stands right now. We’re lucky to have even one car, and even that has had its problems this week.

So, I watch morning talk shows. I eat whatever I can get my hands on in this house, which isn’t much. I started watching episodes of Are You Afraid of the Dark? on-line because for some reason I want some nostalgia. I finished reading Last Exit to Brooklyn. And I knit. I knit a lot. My hands are going to start aching again if I don’t watch out.

It’s also hot. So hot. And humid. To whichever side of the family gave me my humidity-prone hair – that wasn’t a very funny joke! It’s big, poofy, frizzy, and it’s gotten more tangled than ever.

To combat the heat, I’ve made some popsicles. They’re one of my favorite things about summer. I started seeing recipes and wondering what happened to our old popsicle molds that I used to fill with Kool-Aid. I mentioned it over the past weekend, and my grandma unearthed (rather easily, I might add, which is odd) a bunch of old popsicle molds. She let me have them, and on Tuesday, I made strawberry-mango-lemonade popsicles. They are delicious, and I have to restrain myself from eating them all – because after all, I don’t have many ingredients to work with. The fruit was in the freezer from a couple years ago.

Lastly, before I go, today is Wil Wheaton’s birthday. He’s 38, but whatever.  He doesn’t really look it. I got to know his work through the episode of CSI he played a homeless man on. I was like, “That name in the credits sounds familiar. Who is he?” and then through some searching, I ended up reading his blog. I then got my hands on his books Dancing Barefoot and Just a Geek. I loved them. I started watching Star Trek: The Next Generation. Mom was like, “Oh please don’t become a Trekkie!” But now I love Star Trek, in (most) of its series and movies. I really appreciate Wil’s voice as a writer, and all the acting roles he decides to do. I find that he’s a real cool guy, not just a celebrity.

A few years ago, probably four or so, I drew Wil Wheaton fanart (I know, I know, shut up.). I sent it to him on his birthday that year, just as a whim. He responded. He said it was cool and reminded him of Doktor Sleepless. He asked if he could use it on his blog, and I said yes! He never featured it, but I don’t care. I just have the satisfaction knowing that I did something cool, and that Wil Wheaton sent me a response. So, Mr. Cool-Man-Space-Nerd Wil Wheaton, Happy Birthday!

Now, I’m going out of town for a few days. Family reunion for the win! Enjoy the rest of your July!

Whew. My life. Crazy.

Friday morning I tried to send my paper to my professor. You know how I said it was big? It was too big, and I had to abandon it to go to work. After work, I helped Mom pack her car full of my things, said bye to Jess, and went home. Alex met us there, and we unpacked the car and repacked it again. While we were working on our own things, Alex helped split my project into four parts so I could send it that way.

By 2:00 or 3:00, we were in the car again and on our way to Ohio. For some reason, we ended up taking a detour to my grandparents’ house and went to my old house – the house where my mom and dad brought me home on the day I was born. It was strange. The house was repainted. It’s white now instead of yellow. The shutters are green, not brown. There’s a green-striped awning on the porch. It looks cleaner, more modern. I felt odd, showing this house to Alex, and I told him I hoped he wasn’t freaked out by it.

We also passed the drive-thru liquor store my mom used to work at. Alex had never heard of those stores before. Ohio has a lot of them.

We got to my grandparents’ house, and it was great to see everyone again, especially my Aunt Beth and Uncle Brian. They live in Texas, and the last time I saw my aunt, it was in 2007 at my high school graduation. The last time I saw my uncle, it was 2004 and he and my grandfather were driving me in blizzard conditions to the airport – that was a great story, and one of many that Alex heard that weekend.

I’m really glad he could come this weekend. He got to meet my Aunt Beth and Uncle Brian and my grandparents for the first time, and so it meant a lot to me. Also, the anniversary party would have probably been a little more awkward for me. Before the party, we had to get dressed up and have our family pictures taken. It took two hours (!!) to get ready, and on request of my grandmother, we had to wear full makeup. So weird. In high school, I used to wear eyeliner and mascara every day (because I was a goth girl), and this weekend, it had been so long since I wore makeup, I forgot how to put it on! Over two years ago, Alex saw I was wearing makeup and asked me why I was wearing it, since he liked me better without it – so I stopped putting on makeup.

Anyway, the pictures went fine. I wasn’t a fan of it, just because the photographer treated me like a doll, trying to pose me in ways that are uncomfortable and unnatural. I became very annoyed, so I was glad we weren’t there long.

The anniversary party went well, despite awkwardness at the beginning, since we were the youngest people there. I know my grandparents appreciated our attendance and patience, though. The table settings were beautiful, Alex and I sat by my aunt Jo and uncle Dave, the toast was lovely, and the food was delicious.

Overall, the trip was fun. Lots of fun stories, and lots of food. Alex learned about where I get a lot of my weird quirks, how food is a constant topic on my mom’s side of the family and dessert is a near religious rite, my grandparents’ packrat habits, and how we all joke on each other openly. I gained some advice about teaching from my Uncle Brian, who also has an affinity for B-movies and should be sending me his Mystery Science Theater 3000 DVDs when they get back to Texas. Aunt Jo and Uncle Dave cleaned out their closets and found a copy of Fantasia on VHS, which they gave to me to replace the copy I lost a while ago, and they also gave me their second copy of Better Off Dead on DVD, which I’m super-stoked about since I’ve been wanting it for a while. Grandma also gave me some old popsicle molds since I’d like to make my own.

We left on Sunday afternoon and stopped by Young’s Jersey Dairy, another staple of my childhood. It’s expanded a lot, much to my findings! We walked around, looked at the goats, and got a couple of scoops of ice cream. Another satisfactory visit to Ohio.

Sunday night, we just unpacked and relaxed. It was a struggle to stay awake, but we made it to see the season opener for Mad Men. Yay!

Mom had to go to work on Monday, and Alex and I slept in the best we could, but were awake by 8:30 without an alarm. We hung out, watching Top Gear and cuddling. We left around 4:30 and went up to Muncie. We had dinner at Steak ‘N’ Shake and picked up Nick and Sarah. We turned around and went down to Broad Ripple. Alex dropped Sarah and I off in front of the Vogue, where a long line had formed on the sidewalk to get in. We talked with some of the other people in line, and at least one person made the comment, “Were you even born when DEVO formed?” or something like that. No sir, they formed in the 70s, but the love for good music can reach all ages!

It didn’t take long for us to get inside. Within a minute of going in and heading towards the stage, I nearly broke my ankle by missing a step. But everything was fine. The Vogue is a good venue for a band, but I don’t think I’d want to go back their for a regular night of partying.

Sarah and I ended up right by the stage, on the left by the speakers and drum kit. We could have reached out and touched the band, had it not been for the jerks in front of us. Most of the people around us were polite. Two tall men declined to stand in front of us because they knew we would have a hard time seeing the concert because of how small we were. However, the two men in front of us did not take notice of our stature or ignored it, and proceeded to have their arms raised, holding their cameras, throughout the entire show.

Let’s get this straight – one, you pay for the concert experience to see the band right there on the stage, not through a lens. Depending on the show, you go there to dance and sing along – not to just videotape the entire show and compare video with your buddy while the band is performing RIGHT THERE in front of you. Two – there are other people around you, not just you, at this concert (unless you are a really lucky bastard). Blocking the view for others, or using your arms to obstruct their view of the show, when you know they are there behind you and actually trying to enjoy the concert, is not a nice thing to do. Heed Wheaton’s Law, for crying out loud!

Okay, now that rant’s over, plain and simply, without that little downside to the concert, the show was so effin’ awesome. I am not as big a fan of DEVO as Sarah is, since they were a staple of her childhood, but I am a convert now. It was fantastic. The band is made up of older men, but you can’t tell. They have the energy, perhaps more energy, than some of today’s biggest pop stars. They had like four or five outfit changes, and the backdrop of lights forming scenes was dazzling. What a presence. Mark Mothersbaugh ripped off part of his jumpsuit (and a few of the others’, too) and threw pieces into the audience. The music was album-perfect and, had it not been for the fact I was actually at the concert with other screaming fans, I wouldn’t have known it was live. Here’s the setlist, too, you’re interested. It was a great one. (I was glad I knew most of the songs, too.)

It was funny because, like mentioned before, Sarah and I were the youngest members of the audience and definitely not in the target demographic. We had a lot of people staring at us or giving us weird looks because we’re young enough to be their kids and we’re dancing and yelling with a lot of enthusiasm. Probably the best part was when one of the band members on stage would look at us and have this funny expression on their face or they would smile, like, “Can you believe these girls?”

There’s probably a lot I’m leaving out, since it’s hard to explain just the amount of brilliance that was this concert – I mean, I’ve seen a few other shows, but nothing like this before – but it was a lot to take in. I walked out of the Vogue with a bouncy ball (they threw them into the audience), sore throat, aching, sweat-covered legs, and deaf ears. I think I actually felt sick because I was so excited and overstimulated. A wonderful night.

Everything is wrapping up where I am, currently. I’ve been rather busy. They are finally putting adhesive for carpet and the actual carpet down where I am working. It smells terribly there, because of poor ventilation, but I only have to work four hours tomorrow, so it’s not a big deal.

My project for the senior seminar is almost complete. Holy crap. When we were first discussing length, Dr. McKinney said he was expecting roughly 20 pages. Well, I am only 3/4 of the way through, and I’m looking at over 70 pages overall. I think I’ve gone a little crazy.

The project is a combination of personal nonfiction works and interviews I’ve conducted with friends and family. It’s all about the college experience, and the good, bad, and the ugly of it. Originally, I planned to do it as a side project and make a book. Now, it could actually be on it’s way to being a book, not a mere senior project. I’ve been writing and researching for my project every day since June began, so I’ve been working a lot on it. Yesterday, I was just revising the individual pieces and trying to get them all in one document. I have one essay, a cultural criticism one, left to edit and place, a reflection, and my works cited. I’ve also been encouraged to add pictures where I can. Oh boy.

I’m really excited to finish it tonight and turn it it. I hope it goes well. I think the length alone is going to blow Dr. McKinney out of the water. I think I might have to apologize for putting him through that. However, his critique should be helpful, and maybe I will expand that. I could definitely make this a book one day.

As for other things I’ve been up to, I haven’t been working out as much because I’ve been busy and sore. I did it on Tuesday, but felt sick. I’ve been feeling a little sick, on and off, for the past few weeks. I think it’s nerves, or something. I’m going to work out with Sarah later this morning, though, and then we’ll eat lunch together at the MT Cup. We formed plans last night when she was texting me about Whip It. I was like, “I know! Isn’t that awesome? We should skate together and become derby girls for the local team!” Oh, pipe dreams. I’m sure we’ll also talk about the crop of food blogs I sent to her the other day. She sent me a message that said, “I want to make everything!” And I completely understand. This writing project has made me sit at a computer for too long. I want to break free and make things!

More in the leisure department – I watched three seasons of Mad Men in a little over a week and anticipate the fourth, which premieres on Sunday. If I can watch it, I’ll probably be texting Sarah back and forth about it. I also finished my cardigan, finally. It’s not perfect, but it fits right, looks decent, and is super warm. I think it’s even too warm to try on and take pictures of, so that will have to wait. I’ve also been reading Last Exit to Brooklyn, but I haven’t done much reading this week. I was hoping to finish it before I left and return it to the library, but it is looking like I’ll have to take it with me. I don’t want to just stop reading it, after all.

I’m so excited. In 26 hours, I will be packing up my mom’s SUV and leaving Muncie. I have to come back in a few weeks, of course, when I move into the apartment, but I’m hopefully going to have some time to relax. I won’t be home much, though, it seems. When I get home tomorrow afternoon, we have to unpack the car and pack it again. Alex is going to drive up, and then my mom, Alex, and I are going to Ohio for my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary. Alex has never met my grandparents, or my aunt Beth and uncle Brian, whom I haven’t seen in years. This should be very interesting, and hopefully fun for all the parties involved. I don’t want Alex to feel too awkward.

We’ll get back on Sunday, and then Monday night is the DEVO concert. Alex is driving Sarah and I, and then Nick is tagging along as a companion for Alex while we’re at the concert. This is going to be crazy fun. Then, next Thursday I’ll be off at Richmond for the weekend, as my dad’s side of the family is having a reunion. Oh, summer. How you pack my schedule with events…

I’ve dyed my hair pink, red, and purple before, but they’ve all been done at home by my mom or by friends. Today, however I got professional highlights for the first time. It was a solution to hiding some of my rogue gray hairs (yes, I’m twenty-one with gray hair) without dyeing my hair completely, and I think it’s all right. It should look nice for the professional family photos we’re getting done next weekend for my grandparents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary.

It’s a terrible picture. The highlights actually look quite good. Let’s just say that my hair is chocolate and my highlights are caramel. I’ve essentially got Twix Bar Hair. Therefore, I’m delicious.

In other news, I finally finished that damn sleeve. I don’t like DROPS design. I had to rip it out twice before I got the hang of it. Now to cast on for a second sleeve and watch more Mad Men

And it’s hot. Ridiculously hot. I wish this apartment had air conditioner sometimes. This is one of those times.

I’ve been busy again recently. My big project is due next week, and so I’m trying to finalize my interviews and other research, the work I’ve written so far, and the spaces in between to create one cohesive project. I’m not actually too worried about it, but I can’t believe almost five weeks of class and ten weeks of my time in Muncie has passed.

My mom is coming up Saturday to take my mattress and whatever else she can fit in the car. I’ll be sleeping on the floor again. At least Alex won’t be coming up, so he won’t have to suffer through it.

I miss him terribly; love him truly.

I’ve been working normal schedule, and then I picked up a shift yesterday for a few hours. It was nice to earn some extra cash. I really hope I can work some during interim and then I can have a decent schedule in the fall. I still don’t know what I’m going to do about the spring. I really want to work, but I don’t know how easy that will be while I’m student teaching.

The library’s a mess. They’re going to be laying down new carpet in a few days, so we’ve been scrambling to pack things up and move them. You wouldn’t guess that we had so much stuff at first glance. Hell, I’ve worked there two and a half years, and now keep thinking about how we’re going to fit everything into one place temporarily, and then put it back in its place later. Not to mention that I’m not used to having to sit and watch the desk in case patrons come up while everything is being packed up around me. It’s like the world around me is disappearing. I’ll admit, I’ve been having a tiny panic attack because of it.

I think I’m also freaking out because packing all our piddly things reminds me of moving. I am so sick and tired of packing up everything and going to a new place. My dad moved from Ohio to Louisiana to Alabama to Kentucky. My mom and I have moved three times as well. When I was a child, I had to pack my suitcase and travel to see my dad at least twice a year, and then come back a few weeks later. As a college student, I have moved from my hometown to my first dorm room, back home, and then repeat for my second and third dorm rooms. Now I’m in an apartment, and even that’s not temporary. I move out of here next week on Friday. I have to come back in about two or three weeks and move into a different apartment. Then what? After nine months or so, I’m going to graduate – and I’ll probably have to live back with my mom until I can afford my own place or I have a job.

Moving isn’t getting any easier for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love traveling, but traveling is different from moving. Traveling, you can go see places at your own will (usually), and then always have a home to come back to. When you’re moving, you are just changing your home. I just don’t really know where home is anymore. I want a home.

Anyway, I’ve been a little glum lately. Life feels better than it ever did during the normal school year, but I’m dreading what’s to come. I have to look on the bright side, though, right?

Like Monday, that was good. Sarah, Thom, and I rode our bikes on the Greenway again, and we stopped at The Island, where the owner, a nice old man, made us smoothies. I had a peach-strawberry one, and I think it was the best smoothie I had ever had. Also, I got a slight sunburn – so no one can complain that I never see the sun.

Also, I’m on the first sleeve of my sweater. If I’m lucky, I’ll get the entire sweater done before I leave here. I hope so. I do a lot of knitting while I watch Mad Men – which, by the way, is still amazing. I just finished season two and I’m hoping to start season three tonight. Maybe I’ll be able to catch up with my friends; they’re only a few episodes ahead of me.

As much as I hate moving (one last thing, I know), I will say that I’m excited to leave Muncie for those few weeks. I get to spend time with the family, and my boy, and I might even get the chance to drive or sleep in. I’m going to try to enjoy as much of the summer as I have left.

Crazy week. Jess had her friend Robbie visiting us twice this week. That’s actually how I didn’t finish Twin Peaks until Tuesday, but that’s okay.

I’ve been working out more with Sarah. We did it on Tuesday, Wednesday (sort of), Thursday, and Friday. When I got off the stair step/elliptical machine yesterday, it was slowing down, but one of the pedals hit me in the ankle hard. The spot of contact immediately turned purple. It lessened, but the pain has become worse. I have a cut where the pedal hit me, and then that whole section of my ankle is swollen. I think there’s even a part of it that’s blue. It’s nasty, and hard to walk with. It’s hard to bike with, too. I had to cancel working out today because all I can do is hobble.

When I talked to Alex tonight, when we were saying goodbye, he said, “Try not to hurt yourself anymore!” and we laughed. I am such a klutz. Last summer, it was a broken toe. This summer, my hurt ankle. What next?

I’ve been getting into Mad Men recently. I finished the first season in about two days, I’d say, and I watched a few episodes of the second season tonight. I love it – the complex characters, the authenticity, the clothing, everything. It’s so beautiful, despite my wanting to strangle the male characters whenever they say or do something sexist. That was the time, though.

Work has been going well. We’re moving everything right now because new carpeting is going to be put down soon, so it’s somewhat chaotic, but it hasn’t been too bad. I actually had to work today, which was weird. I haven’t worked a Saturday shift in two, almost three weeks. It was quiet. My apartment’s quiet too, since Jess is gone for the weekend. It’s not bad, only a little lonely. I get paranoid in when there’s no one else around.

Since I had to work, Alex didn’t come up. That’s okay, though, since he’s been up here the past two weekends and I’ve loved having him every minute of it. Plus, if he was here I wouldn’t be able to focus on my big paper that’s due in two weeks. I did a twenty-source annotated bibliography today. It took me four hours after work and lunch. My eyeballs wanted to fall out at the end, and I’m pretty sure my computer died for a moment because the screen went black, but it’s done save for some minor editing! Woo!

As for books, I finished Stranger in a Strange Land (eh) and now I’m reading Watership Down (like it). I should be finished with that in a few days, and most of the books on my reading list are checked out currently, so I’m trying to find a few new suggestions.

I’m getting much accomplished knitting-wise, too. I did a hat to match my mittens and scarf. It took me only a few hours, and it looks great. I have a good portion of my sweater done, too. I hope it turns out all right, since the pattern is rather difficult to follow.

I’m watching Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me right now. I got it through Interlibrary Loan. I was super excited for it, but it’s just bizarre. I think it goes well with the book – The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer – but if you’re going off just the series, it’s still confusing. I think David Lynch just wanted the excuse to show nudity, have cursing, and Sheryl Lee screaming a lot. I’m sure the guys downstairs (if they’re there) are just loving the random bloodcurdling screams coming from up here. Anyway, this is probably the last time I watch this movie… rather disappointing for such a good series.

I’ve been busy lately – working out, writing, working, reading, going to class, knitting a sweater, watching Twin Peaks (I’ve only got one episode left!), and socializing. Yeah, I’ve been pretty much doing everything besides updating this thing. Apologies.

I had the house to myself most of this week until late Wednesday night, so I kept myself occupied. It was nice, but even better when Jess came home, because some nights alone in the apartment were scary, especially one incident where a particular part of Twin Peaks made me keep my door shut the whole night (Think Leo Johnson, second season, cake and creepy smile.).

Last Monday, I baked banana-chocolate-chip cookies after I got back from class, and then I met up with Sarah. We biked twenty-five miles on the Greenway. It was exhilarating, and I think my legs hurt all week because of it.  We also found wild mulberries and blackberries and picked them along the way. It was a great day.

Tuesday, I worked out with Sarah, but we were still sore, so we did a lot of upper-body work and did less cardio. Dom wasn’t going to be home, so I didn’t over and watch Firefly with him, but opted for my Twin Peaks addiction. I really need to get the film from interlibrary loan.

Wednesday after class, I went to the grocery store and then went over to visit Sarah’s apartment. We did yoga. I really do hope we can keep working out together over the school year. I feel so much better doing it.

Thursday, I worked out with Sarah and returned home. I did my homework, and planned to have another quiet evening of knitting, watching Futurama, finishing  Twin Peaks, and eating milk and cookies. Kelly came over to visit, and she said Carlos O’Kelly’s had dollar margarita specials. Jess and I decided to go with her, even though we had both wanted to see the new Futurama.  I was introduced to a few other people by the time we got to Carlos O’Kelly’s, though most of them escape me now. I was a little nervous and out of my element, since I knew only three people of the group.

We moved our party to the Locker Room later, and then ended up at the Chug, where we ended up singing karaoke. They had karaoke. I had never sung karaoke at a bar before, and Jess was like, “OH MY GOD WE NEED TO DO IT!” So we signed up to do it.

Meanwhile, Jess had told Bob that we were going to sing karaoke. He said, “I wish I could see that,” and she said, “You should come!” But Bob is in Auburn about an hour and a half away. He didn’t respond until about that much time later, and then he said, “Oh, I can’t, but where are you, anyway?” She told him, and a few minutes later, he walked in the door. It was the sweetest damn thing I had seen in a long time.

We sang along with a few other people who sang “Sweet Caroline,” “Bohemian Rhapsody,” and of course, “Don’t Stop Believin’.” Around midnight, Jess, Kelly, and I got on the stage and sang the Backstreet Boys’ “Larger Than Life.” I felt like an idiot, being a college girl singing a song I hadn’t listened to in ten years, sort of childish and dorky. It was great, though, and I totally want to go back to karaoke night at the Chug, just maybe not if I have to go to work in the morning. My throat was so sore from yelling.

Friday, I went to work, but I was tired. Alex came up. Jess left for a photography job, and we made dinner together and did one last practice at driving. We went to hang out with Thom, Nick, and Sarah, and we watched A View to a Kill. For the most part, I had a good night, but before we went to bed, I just started psyching myself out about the next morning’s drive test. It was pretty much my only shot for the time being, and I knew I had worked hard, but my stomach hurt and I was so anxious Alex had to calm me down and assure me that I was going to do just fine. I felt better, and we went to sleep.

I woke up Saturday morning, and wasn’t too nervous until I was sitting on the futon, eating frosted mini wheats, and staring off into space. Alex reassured me. My mind kept telling me, “You can do this, you’ll be fine,” but there was this little bit of doubt and fear still inside me.

I drove to the license bureau to get one last practice in order to warm myself up for the test. I was all right again, and I was confident. Alas, I soon found myself alone in Alex’s car alone with the instructor, and her cold exterior scared me. I was terrified when she made me parallel park. I screwed up. She reminded me to use my far right mirror. She said, “You’re not using your mirrors, use your mirrors,” and I swear to God I was using my mirrors but it wasn’t doing me any good. I tried a third time, and she was frustrated with me and I knew it and so I started to panic. I wanted to cry. I had come this far, and I just was screwing it all up.

She asked if I was okay. I said, “I think I just failed my test.” She said, “You haven’t failed the test, but you will if you don’t calm down. Now, pull out when you’re ready to.”

I sucked it up. Not all was lost. I just had to finish.

The rest of the test actually wasn’t all that bad, and even though I think she was frustrated when I tried to park, she unbuckled her seatbelt and said, “I’m going to pass you anyway, but you need to work on your parallel parking and stopping at your stop lines.” She left the car, and it took all I had to not cry – I was wearing makeup and didn’t want to smudge it for my driver’s license picture. I had passed!

I sat down by Alex as they processed my papers. I leaned on him and dripped a few tears on his shoulder. We were both so relieved I had passed, and I couldn’t have done it without him. He, who was frustrated at me the first few times I tried driving in his car. He, who loves cars so much, especially his “Domino,” and he let me drive her, despite my inexperience. He, who was my cheerleader when I felt like crap. I don’t know how I can repay him. He’s done so much for me, and I am grateful for it.

I called my mom and told her the good news. I called my dad and told him the good news. Everyone was celebrating. After five years, I had finally earned my driver’s license. It was a long and complicated journey, but I finally achieved what I should have at the age of sixteen. And in a few months, I should have a car of my very own to cherish, christen, and drive around. I can’t wait.

Sarah and Thom came over for dinner, which Alex helped me make. We baked some Italian herb monkey bread and made a balsamic vinegar – sausage – feta cheese pasta toss. It was all very good, and we ate it as we listened to songs from my favorites list on my iPod. After dinner, we sat on the porch and talked. We walked to the Chug, which was practically empty. We played skeeball, trying to outdo each other. My highest score was 21,000. The overall high score from our group that night was made by Thom, who got 24,000. The machine’s overall top score was 38,000.

We left the Chug and went home. We sat on the porch, continuing the conversation. Then I just got so tired, and I didn’t like being eaten by mosquitoes, so I called it a night.

We slept in until 11:00 on Sunday morning. We took our sweet time taking showers and eating leftover pasta for lunch. Jess told me that Bob was coming up to watch fireworks with her. She had been sad that this was her first Independence Day not cooking out or watching fireworks with her family, and even though I had invited her to join us, I think she still felt lonely. So, Bob decided to come up. So nice!

Alex and I were bored and went over to Silvertree to visit Krista, Sarah, Nick, and Thom. We ate garden tomato and basil chips. They were good. I had never seen the film Independence Day, which was on the television when we walked in, and even though it was halfway over, Krista was like, “OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!” and so she got her DVD and we watched it from the beginning. I enjoyed it, but then after it was over, we were just bored and bitching about Spider-Man 3, even though it took hours before anyone decided to change the channel to Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope.

Sarah and Thom made barbecue chicken, rice, and cumin mashed potatoes for dinner. Around 8:45, we stopped by my apartment to pick up a blanket, sparklers, and ice cream, and then met Krista and her friends Jeff and Ben at the middle school. Jess and Bob followed us as well, and all ten of us got on the MITS bus that was heading towards the fireworks place. As it turns out, it was just at the high school. We were like, “Oh, they could have told us it was here… that would have been easier…”

There were so many people at the school, and we were just trying to find a good place to sit, but that proved to be difficult because many people were being dumbasses and shooting crappy fireworks they had bought. We didn’t want to be hit by debris or have our blankets catch on fire, so we wanted to be away from the stupidity. We found a nice little place on a small slope by the tennis courts. We laid our blankets on the prickly grass, overlapping and making one giant continent. I kicked off my shoes because they were hurting me. I had bloody blisters all over my feet, and I winced as I walked around.

We passed out sparklers, and Nick let us borrow his lighter to light them. It had been so long since I had held a sparkler! We got pictures and danced around with them. Alex and I opened my pint of Chunky Monkey and shared it. It was just like old times, when my mom and I would each have a pint of ice cream as we watched fireworks.

Finally, around 10:00, all the dumb people in the crowd stopped trying to fire off their fireworks and the real show began. We had a prime spot. The explosions in the sky seemed so large, and I felt so small. My mouth hung open in awe throughout most of the show, barring the mosquito bites on my arms. It was quite magical. I know, it’s silly to think that something so small as fireworks could be so cool, but the show was truly impressive. I could have watched them for hours, just sitting there on my blanket with Alex, his arms wrapped around me.

When the show was over, we were caught up in the mass exodus. I felt like one of those people in the evacuation scenes of Independence Day because it was that crazy. Our group struggled to stay together at first, but we got through it. Someone kept throwing those little firecrackers that you set on the ground and watch pop, and so our group would rush along until we saw one of those lit on the ground, and we’d all have to step back and warn each other. The first one exploded, but the second was a dud and Jeff rubbed it out with his shoe.

We got on the bus back to where our cars were parked, and Alex and I gave up our seats to a couple with a lot of small children and a stroller. We moved to the back and found some spare seats, and I sat across from a woman and her fourteen-month-old son. He looked at me and smiled, and then he looked at Alex, who was sitting next to the toddler’s father, and smiled.

Today, we slept in late, took our showers, and had lunch while watching episodes of the Venture Bros. Alex left not long ago, and I’ve been writing and trying to work on homework. Jess and Bob are borrowing my Playstation for the moment, so Twin Peaks will have to wait, but that’s okay. I probably should concentrate on my class for a while. Only a few more weeks left! I just wish this one could have lasted longer…

Goals Completed:

#1: Receive my driver’s license.

#55: Sing karaoke at a bar.