Your attention please...

Now he lives in Chicago and is getting married to a really great girl. This seems to be sealing my childhood with a tasteful letter waxed on an envelope. I can't really explain it.

His brother, meanwhile, is having an opening in New York this week. My grandma & I wanted to go to suprise him, but we couldn't afford it. I was overwhelmingly dissapointed. It's been a goal of mine my whole life to get to NYC. I know I will this fall, but the thought of going excited me to no end.

I'm really proud of my family, by the way, and I'm also really amazed by everyone in it.

Not that I have anything worthwhile to say. I have a mildly satisfactory job (ie, it pays me and keeps me in free coffee), that I have been working at too much. Then I've beeen getting coffee after work, sleeping, reading the House of Leaves and bathing. All good. No bad.

We eventually went to Bauhaus and then I took Scott home & went to Emily's for a little bit.

Yesterday Dolphin & had to catch up on our weekends, so we drove for an hour and explained. Then we knocked on Laura Seago's door, and had an all-out wild ride in tacoma. Ok. well, you know what I mean. We went to a picnic, to food, to coffee, we saw mike & dave, we saw the scary guy down at the beach, we wrote letters, we welcomed matt home. Heh. It's strange how I feel like I am very good friends with all of laura's friends, even though I'm not really. I think it's just the niceness that seeps from all of them.

By the time laura & I had stuffed ourselves on orange starbursts, we decided it was time to go home. We came back & met Moses and Emily at the Ballard Denny's. We had a long chat, and then saw Emily T, Caitie, Katy, Natalie, and a hoard of semi-attractive men come in. Then they came over and said hi which was awkward and strange.

I don't like Denny's.

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath, Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes?
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there are a thousand more
that you won’t ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally.
I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest.
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone and sand into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry’s end
where I wrote, You make me happy when the skies are gray
You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray.
Well the clock’s heart it hangs inside its open chest
with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
but I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed.
And they found me here
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.

I had a good fourth but I didn't watch any fireworks. I went to a get-together at emily's house that was quite lovely. I then went with laura & andreas to Dick's and the Bluff. We talked for a bit and then determined it was time to go home.

Yesterday, asides from work I hung out with scott for a little bit and quite enjoyed myself. Victor giving me three cookies probably helped. Then we picked up emily and adam and rented LA Confidential, one of the sexiest movies ever made. Wow. Damn, that's sexy.

Went to Beth's, ate, drew, played, etc. etc. Came home. Yeah.

After graduation, a carload went to Bainbridge Island just cos, and of course I got cheesecake earlier that night with a big group of kids.

I got graduation gifts and money which I used to buy gifts (well, just one so far, a set of prismacolor pens... nice, but expensive. I have to get used to them.). Now I have to make thank you cards... blah. Maybe I'll just buy some.

I went to Death Cab for Cutie with Adam & Scott last saturday, that was pretty fun. I hadn't remembered seeing death cab before, until they started playing. They had improved tremendously since I saw them last (two years ago) and were a lot of fun. The showbox is a nice venue too, I really liked it. Not the noisy drunkards though.

Let's see. I saw some decent movies with adam & moses came to Battle Royal On Friday. Good times spent not getting raped in line before that film.

I have trained to work at Java Bean for 5 days now. Three this week. I really like working at Greenwood. It is far away from Ballard. My boss works mostly in west seattle, so the girl that's there five days a week is mostly in charge of me. And she's really nice. So I've been having a good time.

Yesterday was a strange day. I spent it with laura and we were both pretty lame and bleh & whatnot. We both had 4 shots of espresso but had nothing to talk about and nothing to do. So it was kind of lame.

I had the best scone this morning. It was a wild blueberry scone from rae's bakery. Damn, it was good. I had to make mention of that.

If I had just gone to work and then gone out to play with laura the way I had forseen, everything would have been dandy.

I did not forsee correctly. You see, my father wanted me to work at his work.

In 4.5 hours of being trained to work for Cutler & Nylander, the phone rang all of 6 times. Tops. I was the receptionist. I mostly created an extensive wish list on CDnow. There's still more to add though.

Then I came home and had a fun filled evening with Emily.

Then I rolled down some hills in the park with adam, scott and andreas (but andreas didn't roll). Then I visited Joe at Blockbuster and then got a burger (actually, I got ice cream).

How do I honestly feel about all this?

1. I'm old.

My appeal got granted, so that's a good thing. A few other good things happened today. I almost finished my photography final, but the reason I didn't finish I can blame on my photography teacher so that's good.

I am about to go to a picnic at my neighbor's house and to the awards night at school. I probably will not be getting home until late.

Got my prom pictures.

Had a presentation in genetics.

Got yelled at because of the senior edition (not really yelled, so much, "talked to" by the principal).

Oh, god. I am a bad, bad, bad person.

I went to Prom. I actually, seriously, without lying to anyone, had a good time. And I looked hot! I'll have pictures up later this week, my computer is just being a bitch right now. And I don't want to deal with it.

So I drove back from my wonderful stay with Laura in Tacoma on Saturday night and got to my house around 12. I stopped at Bauhaus on the way to get revved. I ran around my house getting everything together as close as possible to absolutely ready, and then I wound my way down to habitude via mr. spots. I didn't drink anything there, just put up my posters.

I went for the 40's look, which Ruth (my super nice stylist) pulled off really well. Unfortunately, the girl between my makeup and my hair took FOREVER, so I was about a half an hour late getting to my house.

Yes, I freaked out. I ran in, screaming, put on my dress, screaming, put on my shoes, screaming, and finally calmed down a little while my accessories were being applied.

Then the company showed up. Everyone looked excellent. My dad took amusing pictures, and there are many more. I know.

We drove out to the club to take pictures, and I did a few dorky things, but we'll pretend I didn't. (Like, forget cash, get my dress stuck in the car door...)

We got to the club and no one knew who I was! Everyone kept asking Laura who she was with. It was cool.

We took fancy pictures and then played in the grass and took pictures too.

When we got back to Laura's house (around 7:20), the limo was already there! And it was a niiiiice limo. A black jaguar. Whoo. Boy. So we took about 5 rolls of us standing outside, around, getting in the limo.

At that point I showed my corsage to my mom. It was a fukny corsage with herbs from Dave's garden (Dave's mommy made it), and my mom complimented his mom's rose garden (Dave's mommy bought the roses...). It was amusing. Don't worry, I have a great supply of corsage pictures.

So then we bumped it to Alki, listening to Craig David, and running into (not literally) our other party on the West Seattle Bridge. We called them and asked if they were ahead of us, and it was them. And THEN two more limo's pulled up next to us! They weren't from Ballard, though.

We went to a lookout and took... more pictures of us against the skyline. How could we not take more pictures?

Eventually all of our grumpy sides were coming through and we all scampered over to Salty's, where we were fed the bomb diggity grub. It was very nice. LaShonda even got free cake since it was her birthday which was quite nice.

A few comments were made about John and glitter, and a few bad jokes were made, and of course more pictures were taken.

On the way to bothell David and I discussed the possibility that he is an alcoholic (it's slightly possible), while laura & tyler kinda stayed at their end of the car. It was a large limo. However, in that time, David stuck his head out the window and waved to anybody that would look, and then he & tyler got flashed by some girls passing us.

We got to the dance around 10:30 and... danced, since that was what we were there for. Oh yeah, and freaking everyone out. More people than I could count said they couldn't recognize me. But I couldn't even recognize myself, so I suppose that's what I wanted.

Dave was an amazingly good date, too. I can't believe he went to two proms in a row. I was so dead yesterday, I was shocked to think he went to mine too. So that was nice of him too. And the lyp-synching of every boy band played was even forgiveable.

During that whole time though, I felt somewhat guilty. A large portion of my going-to-prom-ness was simply to mock everyone who will never do anything that exciting again in their lives. To each of them, that night was SO special, and to me it was just a fun night. I had a good time, and I will remember it, but it wasn't so thrilling that I wish I could repeat senior year to do it again.

Dave left a little early so he could go sleep, not early enough to be rude or distasteful, but early enough that I could get lots of compliments. Heh. That's not a terrible thing.

Finally the last dance came around, and Laura, Tyler & I all swung around in the front of the dance floor. We said our goodbyes to everyone and hopped in the Forrester, heading out.

We were a little tired, but we went to Stella's and I got a waffle. We had met up with Andreas, Adam, and Scott. We all were fed or caffienated, which was a good thing. We then ventured to my house, where laura, tyler & I changed, and adam showed up again, and out we all went driving. We drove down lake washington blvd, through alki, to queen anne (that place is rather beautiful at dawn, even when it rains), and, of course, to Beth's for breakfast.

Then tyler took us home. And we slept.