June 7, 1999. Monday.

 
    So... I've neglected this for over a week.  To tell you the truth, I didn't miss it all that much. And now that I've started to write, I kinda don't want to. There's just too much to tell and it's all a big jumble and I'm having trouble sorting it all out. Then again, I suppose that's why I started writing in the first place.  Fine then. So here goes...

    So last Sunday, May 30th, I left my ancestral home in Wyomissing, PA, and drove back to DC to pick up Matt. Shortly thereafter, we headed down to Lexington, VA.  The ride itself seemed shorter than usual, most likely since I had someone to talk to other than myself.  So that was nice. We didn't pull into town till about midnight though. Then we were hungry, so we stopped at the Lee-Hi truckstop for some greasy breakfast food.  It's a very large complex, and it's recently added a hair-salon and chapel.  On the menu, it had a list of services and "boutiques" available.  One was for a little shop where you could "add a touch of class to your rig."  Uh-huh.
    So then I headed on over to Rodzilla's, where she had just gotten home from a horrible day of waitressing.  I chatted with her while Matt entertained her roommate, who will be attending Georgetown Law School next year, where Matt is currently enrolled.  Matt had no real interest in talking to this girl, so I felt guilty that he had to make idle chit-chat with this girl. It was a little absurd, to just come in to Rodzilla's apartment and be pounced upon by this hyper-girl who's got all sortsa questions about law school, especially after a long, tired car ride and at 1:30 in the morning. So we escaped to Jed's shack in the woods.  There, we found Jed, as well as Dan, of SHOE fame.(Later that week, we drove by the SHOE. I was kinda pleased and a little weirded out that Dan called it the SHOE, since we never called it that and I just made it up for my webpage). Anyway, I hadn't seen Dan in almost exactly one year. It was nice to see him, but I was really in no mood to do any catching up that night. I didn't even want to go in, I just wanted to drop Matt off and head back to Rodzilla's.  So I sat there mostly silently for about half an hour and went back to Rodzilla's.  That was the best night of sleep I'd have for the next week. Actually, it's probably the best night of sleep I'll have till this Friday.  Everyday after that, I had to get up and go before someone or somebody's parents got there. So i'd get up and sleep a few hours at Jed's.  One morning I woke up and found Matt there next to me. I hate that. I had a horrible, traumatic experience in MAy of 1995 at Virginia beach where I woke up and found Matt with his leg drooped over me.  Anyway, so the lack of sleep was annoying, especially on my supposed week of relaxation.
    The whole time there, I actually didn't see Rodzilla that much. It was understandable, since she was graduating and wanted to see her friends.  But as early as Monday, there were rumblings about not wanting to hang out at Jed's.  She's always so accomodating, and I wish she weren't.  She just says "yeah, sure, whatever's cool," or something, then I get shit later because we always do what I want. If she'd just make it clear to me in the first place, of course we'd do what she wants. Unfortunately, we always end up doing some lame plan I come up with. But I don't want to dwell on that right now. I think we've gotten past that.
    On monday night, it was the Junior-Senior party at Zollman's pavillion, this shitty little field and pavillion out in the middle of nowhere.  I was looking forward to it though. I ran in to a lot of people I hadn't seen in a while. Rodzilla and I went separately, and I was a little worried she'd stay pissed at me all night. So even though I saw her when we first got there, I didn't approach her. I ran into Rebecca, an ex-girlfriend, and I chatted with her on and off. I hadn't talked to her in a while, so that was not too unpleasant. However, when I surprisingly ran into Liz, my most recent ex-girlfriend, that was suprememly painful.  I don't know why, but she was just annoying the pants off me. And my friends. Plus, I thought she was in Italy and I didn't think she'd be back so soon. Not that I wouldn't have gone if I knew she'd been there.  But the conversation just killed me.
    I ran around for a little while and chatted with random people.  Rodzilla smooched some guy, but it didn't bother me all that much. I suppose the Junior-Senior party is where you try to make all you fantasies come at least partly true, and some guy wanted to smooch her. Oh well.  No biggie.  I also ran into this girl that I used to think was really cute. Well, I still do. I never really knew her that well, but we'd chat from time to time. It was nice to see her. Although she was so drunk she could barely speak at all. It was more like a constant, droning barrage of weird sounds, occasionally forming words.  She did look good though. But I'm not that kinda guy.  right?
    After Rodzilla and I had it out, we were walking around, when Jed informed me that Trevor had spotted a Magyar by the name of Istvan. Curiously enough, when I just typed "name" I accidentally typed "bane," which is fitting, seeing as Istvan was my arch-nemesis in the Rodzilla war of 1997.  Rodzilla was dating this Hungarian when I first met her in the Summer of 1997.  After about a week, I decided that she must be mine, even though she had a boyfriend and I had a girlfriend. To make a long story short, we got along famously, better than any two people could possibly get along I'd say, and all signs pointed to a little sumptin-sumptin. Unfortunately, it led to the infamous "non-romantic incident" described in Rodzilla's entry in the Index of Freuqently Used Nouns.  The incident was not entirely my fault, however.  There was a lot of confusion and mixed signals. Plus, true to form, James would show up at my room at exactly the wrong time just to be a dick.  I won't get into the nitty-gritty details, but anyone who might've seen Rodzilla that night would thought "Ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh....."  So naturally, I kinda did too. But when I told Jed later, he said "her light's so green, it's gotta be red." And it turns out he was right. She professed her "love" for Istvan, and that was that. Oooo... I hated him.  So anyway, she was basically brainwashed. And how she could stand his Dracula-esque voice is beyond me.  The reason I'm even bringin him up is because he was in Lexington for apparently no reason. He talked to Rodzilla's parents, who by the way hate me, and he also left a message on their voice mail telling Rodzilla of a wonderful job opportunity he found her in Paris. Ooooo... I hate him...  She played the message for Jed and I. All Jed said was "Um.... why does he suck?"  The dialogue included little nuggets like "It was nice to see you after the 500 days..."  What, what she in exile? Is he writing a book on the subject? "The Five-Hundred Days after Rodzilla." Gimme a fucking break.  He said he'd be a "silent go-between" to get her the job. Right. This whole thing has left me a little confused. I mean, it is a good opportunity should she not get the Fullbright, and she's going to France anyway. But I just don't want either of them thinking that she owes him something.  This is the same guy who used to tell her that she'd never be anything without him.  Well, I'm sure he'd just be thinking that and smiling to himself if she took the job.  I asked Matt about this, and he agreed that Istvan would definitely feel like she owed him something, adding "And there's only one currency he'd accept as payment."  Arrgghhh...   I think he'll be in Germany too. You know, France is ALWAYS the first country that Germany goes after.  Well, after Poland, but that doesn't even fucking count. It's not like the French put up much of a fight either.  Maginot Lines, my ass!

    Anyhow, the rest of the week was spent getting up early and going to bed late. Too much drinking. I hadn't really drank in a long, long time.  It was fun to just go out to a bar again with my boys. There was an unccomfortbale feeling concerning the legitemacy of Jed's assurances that he would be graduating. It turns out that he had a lot of stuff he had to sort out in order to graduate, and it's really tough to sort things out during regular business hours when you don't get out of bed till 3:30 in the afternoon and lollygag around for an hour or so.  I think he cold graduated, but he was just too lazy. He didn't even have a cap and gown. Worse yet, Matt's the one he finally secured one, not him.  This whole situation with Jed is getting a little ridiculous, and I'm starting to really worry about the guy. I know I shoulda been worried a long time ago. Both James and Rodzilla have been telling me for months, but some reason I was too blind to see. I guess I just wanted to believe that he was ok. He's not.
He's started a pseudo-romantic relationship with his upstairs neighbor, a 30-year old woman.  She's nice enough. But Jed even admits he doesn't like her all that much. she's far to liberal, which too us usually means dumb. Not that being liberal is dumb, but when you wig out ther we're killing mouths in the house, I'm sorry, give me a fucking break already.  It's one thing to have a respect for living things, but I've always been of the opinion that once something invades your house, you're free to do whatever you want to it.  She gets upset at the mildest child-molestation joke. I mean, seriously offended. But that's not what concerns me so much really. What bothers me is that, although I really don't think this, there's a part of me that is really worried that Jed will se this as an example that it's ok to be a 30-year old and not have any real plans or real life and just sit around with college kids and watch shitty tv all the time. He's only ever seen her outside of his apartment three times.  I don't think he'll follow her example though. And she is a very nice person. I just think it's really unhealthy.  Then again, he hasn't felt the touch of a woman in quite some time either, so can you really blame the guy?

    I hate when I destroy an entire paragraph's work with one little qulifying line.

    Continuing, i felt really depressed after Rodzilla's graduation.  Almost more depressed than after mine. I've lost my excuse to visit Lexington. And I really like that place. Matt and I played a lot of frisbee golf, one of my favorite Lexington pasttimes. But anyway, just sitting at graduation, listening to all that bullshit, I actually started to buy into it again.  But after 2 hours of it, I came back to the real world.  It was too hot, and I had to wait an eternity for Matt, who had to say hello to his professors.
    After graduation, I was supposed to go to this little picnic-lunch that Rodzilla and her roommates had planned.  (does Rodzilla and the Roommates sound like a band name?)  Of course, I had to drive matt around and change my clothes and Jed live in the middle of no where, so by the time I got there, it was over and all I got was shit.  Apparently, my absence was noticed quite a bit more than I'd thought. And this after the Longest Dinner Ever with Rodzilla's parents the night before. I'm fairly sure that her father hates me. I think her mom thought I was ok. But that's about it.  There wasn't a lot of conversation, and the place was really loud, and I wasn't sitting right next to them, and her dad has trouble hearing, so I didn't exactly get to wow them with my witty banter.  I was hoping for a shot at redemption at the picnic. Oops.

    That's about all there is to tell about the week, I think. And all out of order, too.  In that case, just for my own future reference, I'll list all events in chronological order. I'm starting to forget them already
Sunday, May 30th- arrived in lexington, ate at lee-hi. Met with Jed and Dan
Monday- trip to Wal-mart for foodstuffs, back to Jed's, discovered fling between Jed and upstairs neighbor, frisbee golf, confrontation with Rodzilla, filmed funny short movie, Junior-senior party, talk with Rodzilla.
Tuesday- ate with Rodzilla at the Palms in town, went to campus, saw Jed had all sorts of holds on his graduation, walked around town.  Istvan spotted Rodzilla somewhere on Main St., as he noted in his weirdo-message.  Drank at bar.  Met rodzilla while getting some air. Drank more.
Wednesday-  Got up at 8, went over to Jed's, discovered Matt never made it back, slept in bed.  Later awoke to find matt in bed, in last night's clothes, neglecting to take off his shoes.  Bought graduation gift. went to dinner with Rodzilla's parents.  Went to say hello to Jed's parents and family.  I forget what else. Probably went to sleep.
Thursday- Got up at 8am, went over to Jed's. Went to graduation.  Missed picnic.  Helped Rodzilla move some of her stuff.  Played golf with matt. At jalapeno pepper cheese and drank daquiri at Rodzilla's, waited around for Jed, got tired of waiting, when with Matt to Palms. Drank a lot.  Met up with Rodzilla, hopped over to supposed karoake night at the Volcano. Haggled with bartender about time of last call, ordered four unecessary beers.  Parted ways with Jed, Dan, and Matt. Rodzilla went streaking. I tried to surprise her on the scary dark path back to her apartment, but her and her roommate surprised me by walking home naked.  Took Rodzilla (clothed) to Wal-Mart. Weirded out the people working the 2:30am shift at Wal-Mart.
Friday- Got up at 9am, went over to Jed's. Helped matt move the contents of his 5x8 storage bin into a 20-foot truck.  Ate lunch with Rodzilla and roommate alice.  Hung out with Jed.  Went to Roanoke, VA with Rodzilla for dinner of raw fish. Hung out with Jed, killed moths with compressed air from pump-action bb gun.  That was fun.  Annoyed upstairs neighbor with disregard for bug-life.  Went over to Rodzilla's found her asleep on couch. Ate more jalapeno cheese.
Saturday- I was supposed to leave town, decided against it. Ate lunch at vegetaring Blue Heron restuarant.  took brief anp. hung out with Jed at Rodzilla's place. Made lemon bars. hung out.  Ate shitty lemon bars. Ate more jalapeno pepper cheese. Ate feta cheese. Ate croutons.  Ate bread and hummus.  Drank margarita. Watched When Harry Met Sally. Ate Pizza.  Went to bar. drank 1 Long Island ice tea. Ate popcorn.
Sunday- Got up at 8am-  packed, left town by 10. Back home to PA around 2:30. Ate lunch, chatted with various family members, watched baseball game and Star Trek, packed, back to DC around 8.  At Matt's place by 9:30. ate dinner. Felt uncomfortable.  slept.

Well, there you have it. That's what I did all week. Boring, boring, tired, boring, tired, boring.  I didn't get to see Rodzilla nearly as much as I'd hoped, but I expected that, being graduation time and all. I suppose it'll be three weeks till I see her again. I worry about her all alone in her apartment. The town is a lot more seedy in the summer.  At least jed'll be there too. Although I doubt she'd call him. Well, I know this was really boring, but I'm far too lazy to rewrite it neater. And it's my journal and it'll be as boring as I want it to be.

By the way, I only have two more weeks of work. HOOOO!!!

Oh yeah- it's 95 degrees here right now. Tomorrow they're calling for 100. That's insane. "Hey, how 'bout this heat, huh? Some weather we're having!?  Lookis like it's gonna be a scorcher!"
That was just for Rodzilla.

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