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Feb. 15th, 2002 09:29 pmTook the afternoon off today due to a sinus headache. Arrgh. Having NyQuil in your system is eerily like being drunk, for me anyway. I slept from twelve-thirty till five, when Josh called. We were supposed to go see a movie- he’s just calling me now, and now I don’t know if my parents will drive me out to Carousel. Of course it turns out it’s all Steve’s fault, because he wanted to drag Josh all over the place. Now we’re going tomorrow at some point- probably when Kate’s out with her friend, cause he’s leaving on Sunday and won’t be back till next month. Damn. Damn damn damn.
I miss New York. Staten Island, more specifically. I don’t care how much of a dump it is, or how it’s gone to shit over the years. Every time I hear this song, and a few others, it makes me homesick.
I don’t really know if I want to go back, though. Nothing’s the same anymore, and that’s something I kind of always counted on. That if I drove down Victory Blvd. I would see the skyline the whole way down, then turn onto the Terrace and see in on my right. The Verrazano would always be lit with those tiny green-white lights and Ralph’s will always be open in the summer. Well, one down, two to go, and there I go being cynical again. I don’t think I’m going to write down all my thoughts on this subject here because I know no one will even begin to comprehend them. So.
What I said to Maurice:
Amin mela lle... That's I love you in Elvish. Tell me if you think I'm being dumb with this.
What he said to me:
No you're not, you wouldn’t be yourself if you didn’t, besides, I'd love you no matter what you said… Even if I can’t understand you...
Aw. Isn’t that sweet? :: blushes :: That made my day. It really did.
I miss New York. Staten Island, more specifically. I don’t care how much of a dump it is, or how it’s gone to shit over the years. Every time I hear this song, and a few others, it makes me homesick.
I don’t really know if I want to go back, though. Nothing’s the same anymore, and that’s something I kind of always counted on. That if I drove down Victory Blvd. I would see the skyline the whole way down, then turn onto the Terrace and see in on my right. The Verrazano would always be lit with those tiny green-white lights and Ralph’s will always be open in the summer. Well, one down, two to go, and there I go being cynical again. I don’t think I’m going to write down all my thoughts on this subject here because I know no one will even begin to comprehend them. So.
What I said to Maurice:
Amin mela lle... That's I love you in Elvish. Tell me if you think I'm being dumb with this.
What he said to me:
No you're not, you wouldn’t be yourself if you didn’t, besides, I'd love you no matter what you said… Even if I can’t understand you...
Aw. Isn’t that sweet? :: blushes :: That made my day. It really did.
