i don’t know who i am but you know life is for learning … why is that one of the most beautiful songs ever written? don’t worry about answering; it’s a rhetorical question.
so tomorrow morning, to north carolina until the 18th. miss lana comes w/, as do (get ready for this) 4 of adam’s friends, our family friend mel and his daughter joanna. that makes 12 of us in a house for 6. i guess someone can sleep in the hottub.
it’s supposed to rain the whole time too. oh man is this going to be insane. i’m bringing lots of books and a good pair of earphones. that should do it. ilana’s chill (lana and chill in fact are synonymous) and she and i should be low-maintainance. it’s everyone else i’m worried about. ah well. what would i be w/o worry?
meme (from wockerjabby):
three things i see:
- little plastic box of thumbtacks overflowing w/ two strings of jolly’s mardi gras beads and a bracelet i bought during my summer in nyc a couple years ago
- my smartwhore button and the gore/leiberman button i was trying to affix it to
- ten women who shook the world — a book we had to read for fiction that i now use a mousepad
three things i hear:
- adam watching lock stock and two smoking barrels in his room
- “the circle game” — joni’s just wrapping it up
- the rain getting more and more passionate outside
three things i feel:
- the bottom of my jeans which got wet from walking thru puddles in georgetown earlier
- the carpet under my bare feet (i hate wearing shoes indoors)
- a little apprehensive about this n.c. trip