John Mayer: You perfectly articulate every emotion I've ever have. I love you.
So, one of the best hours I've had this week:
My head is propped up by a snakeskin pillow in Linens 'n Things, my feet are shoved between some pleather pillows that are apprently "things every newlywed couple needs" a few feet over my head, and my belt is digging into my back while I stare up at some industrial lights that Alex Marien insists look like the Hubble telescope and listen to a truly awful radio station. Alex J. Marien was just laying six inches away from me, in his own corner of the shelf, laughing at the things I was drawing on a tablet of graph paper. Every so often, a middle aged woman would happen upon us and think we were the cutest things alive. They'd say something about nap time and touch a few pillows and be on their merry ways, chuckling to themselves about a girl in an I LOVERMONT t-shirt and a red haired boy whose eye color they could not figure out due to the extreme glare off of his glasses.
Many hours later, we ran across Ellie Fox and her comrades at the Salvation Army, which was awkward.
Yesterday, Jacob and I went on a two-wheeled sojourn for many hours. It felt so good to be out and about. Elmwood was rioting with conversation and visual stimuli. It was sunny and slightly chilly and perfect.
Tonight feels like a summer evening. One of those nights when my brothers and I watch something stupid on TV just as darkness is falling and we've just come in from playing outside for a looong time. I just want to read and write something brilliant and watch movies and make skirts tonight. Unfortunately, the sewing machine is broken. So I'll do a few of those things.
I'm driving to Vermont tomarrow to look at the school. Hopefully it turns out of me more interesting that I'm suspecting it will be. Perhaps I can convince my mother to buy me something at Old Gold. Ah Burlington, VT, how I love thee.
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