I'm done with this blog business here. You can find me on Livejournal or something from now on if you really want to. Time to neatly step away from everything I've written here.
Bryan Klimchuck died Monday night. he was an amazing kid and I absolutely loved being around him. The only things I remember about high school are NNWW Rugby Sweater days and hanging out with Dave and Bryan in the art department making tremendous amounts of trouble for others and corrupting anything and anyone, even the uncorruptable. We were sent to the principal once after posting the lyrcs to Excitable Boy by Warren Zevon in the darkroom as an extra step to the film developing process because it's about killing girls, and that's not allowed in school.
I was the official fan of Flowers for the Fingerless, the impressive unlistenable band he formed with Dave. I had them play at the coffee shop I worked in one fall while the owners were away. They smashed a hole in the wall and Bryan asked me if he could smash his guitar. I told him to do it outside. It was majestic.
This is the first good friend of mine to die, even though we haven't been good friends since high school after he moved. My last encounter with him was a while ago. He called me and asked me to hang out and I was really excited. But later he said he couldn't make it, and would reschedule. I guess I'll be seeing him Saturday.
I got my tonsils out today. I don't hurt and I don't remember anything besides getting 8 shots and wearing a mondo hip hospital gown with my bum shamelessly exposed. I kept the slipper socks, score! Mike came along because I love him. Aw. We made a peanutbutter pie for his mom as soon as we arrived home and watched a couple movies plus a requsite episode of Mork and Mindy, of which we are in the process (3/5th down!) of watching the entire first season.
Mike and I fell asleep here two nights ago watching cartoons. He woke me up around 2am after I screamed. Somebody kept pulling me back into the lake where a shark was trying to kill me, afterall. I think he saved my life.
ew winter. i'm cold everywhere and can't achieve any degree of warmth. i have poor circulation and my fingers and toes are totally numb 50 percent of the time. i'm fairly sure i was supposed to hibernate this time of year. my goodness is life inconvenient.
oh, and i failed my one credit psych class. but for good reasons, believe me. [standard slacker's excuse goes here.] i won't lie; i didn't have time for this class. i had more than a full schedule of classes without it, two pretty demanding jobs at the radio station, a regular job (two regular jobs for half the semester...) several weekly meetings and a radio show, homework, a boy (until the last couple months,) and four nights out of the week: sleep. i am probably forgetting some things.
the immature, irresponsible, childlike me is yelling : I HaaaaaAAAaaaate School!!
the rational, mature, organized and sane me is seconding that.
i have to work from 2-9pm today. that is so long. i will knit and crochet and make things. oh, and do my job inbetween.
i'm seeing The Flaming Lips with Sleater-Kinney and Wilco on New Years' with Lary and his brother in NYC. they're flying up from florida and i'm driving there alone. i am unbelievably excited.
xmas party at fire when ready's place was lovely. everyone was totally and sincerely friendly and welcoming. my friends, on the other hand, bond by acting like jerks and tyrants to eachother. i love them for it anyway though.
P.S. you missed what would have been the best blog entries ever..... i am way fun, you guys. (if that's still plural... i probably lost everyone because they stopped reading when they thought i died....)
School is going much, much better this semester. On the first day, I was incredibly miserable and everything that typically goes wrong was doing just that. But as I was driving into campus (in my mother's '88 Chevy Caprice because my car is unwell lately) that song, "Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head" came on the oldies station and really made it a better day. "I'm not gonna stop the rain by complaining." I felt better equipped to face the bombardment of rubbish that I would undoubtedly be exposed to in only a few hours. Sure enough, the rest of the day was crap, but I enjoyed it for what it was. Then I happened across some unexpected people from town and made friends with other people.
I still dislike Binghamton University with a serious passion that burns deeper than the deepest pits of Hell and with a greater intensity, but this time I'm used to it.
I keep an application to Purchase in my bag. I should have gone last year.
Painting II, Writing About Music, Psychology lab, Life Drawing, Modern Art History.
I get three glorious days of Michael beginning tomorrow. We spent massive quantities of time together daily this summer, so this whole distance thing is a bit of a transition. But all is well. And all will continue to be well when we're growing old and living in my big car.
This weekend I called 911 three times and cried twice.
To be honest, two of those calls were to the campus police to unlock some doors for me. The cop gave me the wrong keys three times so I had to do a lot of running around. He also couldn't find the sign-out book or a pen. Then he forgot to actually place the key in the drawer and slide it through to me. Finally, I had the proper keys, and someone at the station had, in the 5 minutes it required for me to make the final trek to the building, unlocked everything. That was a little inconvenient, but nothing to complain about. The cop was incredibly absent minded, but as friendly as they get. I thanked him.
Then I went to the bank because I keep finding paychecks around. They're everywhere. I rolled up my window and noticed that the glass just sort of fell. First it fell sideways, then it fell diagonally out. Then it dropped into the place it's supposed to go when it's down. This was all new. So I went home to get my mom's car to drive to my other job, but she has no spare keys and my family is away. So I pushed my window into a position that looks a little more like a window that is not precariously dangling from something. Then the ATM broke as I was using it. It didn't like the idea of giving me back my check, either.
Rachel was at a red light next to me and turned around to wave. Then she drove off. And narrowly missed being divided in two by a car who did NOT have a red light. Yikes.
The entertainment never showed up at La Tazza, so I got out several hours early. Mike and I stopped by an exciting dance party, but we were the only two people there most of the time.
So I went home. I took the Vestal Parkway because at 2AM, traffic is pleasant and the lights are agreeable. I was in the area of Binghamton University when a deer popped up in front of me. This is an adequate description. It did not run into the road or jump into my way. It simply appeared. First, as a beige mass a couple centimeters from the front of my car, and Then as a blurry beige mass flying into the grass to my left. I was going about 45 miles per hour. Then I stopped. Mike was travelling behind me and managed to not collide with the Oldsmobile's rear. The deer stumbled around for a number of seconds and collapsed. It died. I had been screaming and was now trembling and beginning to hyperventillate. Mike calmed me down and stayed with me while I called the proper authorities and commented on the minimal damage done to the Olds. He thought I had thrown a sweater out of my window at first. (The broken one.) Until last night, I had never struck any living thing with my car except for bugs and most likely worms.
I went to work today. I mostly just read and made nice things out of paper. The other night, I crocheted an entire scarf there. Nothing bad happened.
I arrived home afterwards and played a message on the answering machine informing me that Grandma Gunther died. For a few days, thanks to my cousin, she was a great-great-grandmother. I am crying right now, but it doesn't quite seem real yet. When it does, I will probably cry some more.
I think I could have done without this weekend. This entry is a mess. But really all I want is for someone to read it and then tell me they hope things get better.
Sleep over party with Maneguar (un-Sheryl's) after Jen's show. These are nice boys.
Mike and I are watching the entire series of The Wonder Years. We are far behind schedule.
She asked me if I have a job I said 'No way' I've got no job Why would anyone want a job? Life's too short to have a job
I have all the jobs.
Today is my birthday. I worked.
Fil got me Southern Fried Rock. If I had known this had existed all this time, it would have been what I ALWAYS WANTED!! He also gave me a tape of the first radio show I ever engineered.
Mike took me out to dinner and gave me The Lion King dominoes set, a tall metal flask and a camera. These things are obviously meant to be used all at once.
Brittany got me a tshirt from her park with some fishing deer and winking fish.
Terrence and the elusive Michael K played me a song.
I am working approximately 45 hours per week. This is why I am not paying enough attention to any of you darlings these days. 13 hours just today. Frazzled. Fortunately, the coffee shop industry is quite sympathetic to people like me.
Curiosa Festival. I paid $20 for a general admission ticket, but sat next to Mike and his people in a $77 seat. I am skilled.
Mike and I fought with a severed slinky for an extended period of time only two weeks ago. After we had exhausted ourselves, we sat on the couch. He was blowing spit bubbles, (which, in recent years, I have found rather attractive in a way I cannot understand) and I was popping them with my own. Before long, the bubbles just got smaller and smaller......
A spectacular young man, this one is. We do so many out of the ordinary things and I feel very, very content lately. This was very unexpected and I was quite hesitant at first I must admit. I have a sort of repellent effect on the boys. They don't seem to stick around town for long at all. It's going to be different this time, and that is good enough for me.
benstrauch1: it was funny that you managed to give Phrank a wedgie earlier
antimatter soup: the secret is: just ask
benstrauch1: haha
benstrauch1: you are going to start running into people who say no
antimatter soup: yeah right
antimatter soup: all you have to do is talk them into it
benstrauch1: haha
antimatter soup: and remind them about how much they'll enjoy it
benstrauch1: well, what really is to enjoy about a wedgie?
antimatter soup: getting one from me.
antimatter soup: i want to give the city of binghamton the biggest and most uncomfortable wedgie ever
benstrauch1: hahahaha
benstrauch1: i'm sure you'll be the one to do it Dayle
benstrauch1: all you have to do is ask
antimatter soup: one punk rocker at a time.
antimatter soup: all i have to do is ask!
benstrauch1: !
benstrauch1: what happens when you run out of punk rockers?
antimatter soup: there will always be a new crop of punk rockers
benstrauch1: haha, you're probably right
benstrauch1: and emo kids
benstrauch1: you could always start on the emo kids
antimatter soup: no
antimatter soup: emo kids ARE the wedgies of society
antimatter soup: they have no balls, therefore rendering wedgies USELESS
antimatter soup: and my powers will have no impact
I work two jobs in Binghamton, both about thirty minutes from my house. I get to La Tazza between 6:30 and seven o'clock am and work till 11. Then, I drive to Murray Street because it is free to park there (Paying $3.50 every day to park in the garage is nutty, dude.) and commute 5 or so blocks by foot to Java Joe's, where I then work 11:30 till close. I make enough tips to forget about checks. Add that up. I can buy you.
Camping with Brittany, lifeguards, Ben, and Miles Davis. Drawing on rocks, garage sales, sitting in a puddle. After parties, fancy dates, free bagels. I Love the 90s. Kissing strangers who say they will talk to me soon and never call me back. Bronson crushing skulls because he loves me. Win a date with a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. My new bike. Phasererererer pedal. Braille tattoos coming soon.
