I'm at home in Pennsylvania. I had to drag my ass outta bed this morning to catch the early bus home. And by "early," i mean 11 am. On my way to the back of the line for the bus, i heard someone call my name two or three times, before I finally realized they were talking to me. I looked up and saw my cousing Ava standing there, in line for the same bus I was getting on. She was coming home for the weekend as well. So that was weird. I hadn't seen in her years and it took me a half second to recognize her. Anyhow, I slept the most i've ever slept on a bus, and it wasn't that bad. For some reason, I have no problem sleeping on the bus, even though it's so bright and noisy. I suppose the key is constant levels of noise and brightness. Once I adjust, i sleep like a baby. But everytime I woke up i was suddenly struck with a feeling of insecurity, like I was drooling or farting or doing weird things in my sleep. I hate being watched when I'm asleep.
I stayed out late last night with the posse, which consisted of Jen, Jed, and James. I'm going to start calling them the J Posse. How very, very creative. Anyhow, James' older brother was out of town, so we grabbed a pizza and some beers and hung out at James' brother's pad. It's kind of a swanky pad. It's in a big complex in Battery Park, right on the water. the place kind of gave me the creeps though. the lighting was all dim and the black lacquered and mirrored furniture made me feel like there shoulda been a mirror, razorblade, and a pile of cocaine on the coffee table. It was interesting though. I gorged myself on not-too-great pizza, which i garnished with smoked salmon that I bought on a whim. There's something disconcerting about cheap raw fish that tastes really good. I hope I don't have worms.
I also discovered an ok beer, "Bavaria." James pointed out that it was made in Holland, so being European it may be good. Jed, ever the logical perspective, pointed out that Bavaria was a region of Germany, and equated it to a beer called "Yucatan" being made in Wisconsin. by the way, the grocery store was a frightful sight. It looked as if someone had just piled everything instead of stacking them. All the milk cartons were just piled on top of eachother in a haphazard manner, as was the beer. The place had a huge variety of beer, but only about 3 choices in the cold section. The just-devasted look of the grocery store made Jed and I think of the little sister of one of Rodzilla's friends, a friendly 6+ foot behometh of a woman. She was just all smiley and friendly, which amused me. Then when I saw her moving heavy objects out of the apartment, I lost it. I couldn't stop making Incredible Hulk-like "ROWWWRR!!ARRRGGHH!! HULK SMASH!" noises in a dim-witted Lenny kind of way, while flailing my fists above my head and smashing things. Rodzilla and Jed both found this hilarious, and last night Jed couldn't stop doing that . All night. But it never stopped being funny. Yes, I feel a little bad about poking fun at a large girl. But it's really not about her anymore. She was just the jumping off point.
Was that a too-transparent attempt to cover my ass when Rodzilla reads this?
I got my new driver's license today. I hate the DMV. I also started to really see the difference between my home town and the outside world for the first time today. a LOT more rednecks around here than I thought, or maybe it's just increased since I've been gone. A lot of assholes too. I don't know that they're assholes, but they look the part. I don't know why everyone has to be such a fucking tough guy. Everyday life's a chore enough as it is, i don't have time to be tough. I'm also increasingly depressed by the number of unfit parents I'm seeing. I don't know that they're unfit, but they look the part. I imagine these kids grown up, and it depresses me. I wonder what it'd be like dating a girl like that, going over to her mullet-wearing dad's house, and trying to relate.
I walked into a Dunkin Donuts near the DMV today, and behind me a pale, white-blond haired girl walked in behind me. I held the door for her, and she loudly exclaimed "Thank you!" Little things like that make me feel better about the world.
Anyhow, there's not a whole lot brewing around here. But I don't want to go back to school. I'm hating my work right now. I've got a tough 12 days ahead of me before I go to France. I've still got to take care of an eBay auction that I won. This guy in Arkansas is making me uneasy. he's too friendly. I'm starting not to trust this whole eBay thing. I'm suddenly seeing the whole world as a bunch of crooks.
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