See that house on the left? That’s the house we just scored for junior year. While everyone else is in LoRise, HiRise, or even the dorms, we filled out (thanks to Claire) a housing transfer form and ended up with an effin’ senior house! How cool is that?! The house looks huge, and has what looks like ample parking, as the photos Janet sent us show. Unfortunately, it’s on the corner of Vine and Washington, which is a pretty busy intersection, especially at rush hour with people heading to Routes 9, 91, and 3. But it’s a house, and it will be much better than a small HiRise apartment. I’m quite excited.
I drove the same route I biked yesterday and found out that it was 11.9 miles—my skill with using a ruler and a map’s scale is apparently pretty good, because that’s within the range I’d estimated, 10 to 12 miles.
Today was a relatively quiet day. I woke up late (or at my normal time?) and got my last ITS paycheck in the mail. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up my room fo’ reals. It’s now immaculate. The furniture is all shiny and polished, and the floor is washed and there is not a single hair anywhere. It’s even more minimalist than before, if that’s imaginable. The dresser has nothing but an undecorated bamboo stalk and a black lava lamp on it. The desk only has a lamp and a cup for pens. The nightstand has only a lamp, and same with the bureau. The room is beautifully sparse, and I love it. I only have to wash the windows and clean up the closet, which is relatively clean as it is.
I’ve driven 530 miles since coming home for the summer. That’s a lot of driving—about 53 miles a day. I guess when I’m driving down to Marshfield or Duxbury or up to Braintree all the time, the miles add up. The new speaker in the car really brings things back to normal. I love hearing vocals and rich treble again, and now I can turn the bass back up without the speaker crackling really loudly. It’s a beautiful thing.
I’m going to visit my grandparents’ grave after I wake up today, because it’s something I’ve never done, and I feel like having a conversation with them, even if all I can do is sit in front of them and talk. Then I’m going to take a swing through Quincy and maybe drive down my grandparents’ old street near the hospital and the playground.
I’m looking outside my window, and this morning looks strikingly beautiful. The sky is this kind of periwinkle blue and everything has a blue tint to it; it’s really just a blue-tinted green and the light blue of the sky, that’s all that’s out there, and the contrast between the two is really appealing for some reason.
I was mucking around on Facebook earlier tonight and added a few people I knew in high school. My my, some high school girls are so attractive. My hope is that my tastes progress with age. I mean, I guess it’s normal to find 17- and 18-year olds attractive; I’m not even 21. But part of me is scared that that age is going to look attractive to me even when I’m 45, and that just seems kinda creepy.
I also watched the final episode of season 6 and the first two episodes of season 7 of The X-Files earlier tonight. Wow. Total orgasm. Chris Carter is so good at what he does; the episodes were absolutely thrilling. I couldn’t take all the tension. It was almost physically exhausting. I was considering going through the entire series again, since I haven’t seen them in a year now. It’d almost be like I’ve never seen the show before!
Earlier in the night Chris stopped by and we drove around for about an hour while he talked on the phone with Eve, trying to sort some things out. I want very badly to be the peacemaker and mediator and bring the two to a mutual understanding so that they can be put on the path to friendship again, but I think I’d risk my relations with both of them if things took a turn for the worst. I have to figure out the best course of action, because I think it’s best for both their sakes and the sake of all of us if they could be friends once again.
I also had a lengthy conversation with Erica that closed up some old gaps concerning my visit to Newport earlier in the year. It’s a shame that the pieces fell as they did, but I guess there’s no reason in fretting about it now. I tried again tonight to reestablish some grounds for an actual friendship (offering to drive her into town on Thursday, asking her to watch Mulder and Sculley with me) but she kind of brushed me off. Sometimes I have to remind myself that there’s a reason things didn’t work out in the first place. Aww, sad.
I had a dream about Mad last night.
I start work on Thursday, in town at The Westin. If anyone is planning on being in Boston, give me a call. I know Brittany and Glaister and Dan and various other people are going to be in town. I’d love visits!
Today is looking like a good day/evening for the beach, and then it’s work Thursday and Friday. Sunday is Fenway’s Kickball Challenge in Hanover, which should be both ridiculously fun and a good opportunity to meet new people. We’re talking about planning a camping trip sometime soon, and I talked to Kate Noyes and she said she’d be up for a rescheduling of the campfire/party in the dunes that was hastily called off a few days ago.
There are only 99 days until I turn 21. Yay! There are only 32 days until my brother moves to Florida. Boo! There are only moments before I fall asleep; so, good night!
