Homecoming weekend was a smashing success, and some of the photos from which are available here. All in all it came down to the cliche, "everything is what you make it." You have to understand it's a meaningless, soon-to-be-forgotten high school dance, and do your best to have fun regardless. As soon as this change in mindset occurs, everything else just seems to work out for the best. But I'm sure the readers of this behind-the-times blog already knew that.
The next day was marvelous, too: me and a couple of girls jumped into leaf piles made with rakes and leafblowers; we took a mini-roadtrip to Sauvie's Island and ventured into the cornmaize and ate caramel apples, discovered and carved the perfect pumpkins, took pictures and listened to mixtapes. It was the freest I've felt since summer, and it was so relieving and good to be with people again, to talk honestly, and to feel -- for life, you know?
Now that cross country is over -- for life, an utter relief -- I have started coming home to an empty house in the afternoon. And stealing away with my dad's acoustic guitar and playing hard and pretending I can sing. I am so very rusty at the ol' six string, but since I'll have so much free time, sort of ... maybe I can get back to where I once was. (God-like, if you're wondering.) No, but it's nice to have some sort of a relief I can keep to myself. And the extremely loud shrill yell/sing combination is a good outlet as well.
"Oh fall, you're a comfortable lover
but I just can't take all the decay!"
Download Last by Gratitude. And if you ever have the oppurtunity to see them live, take it.
I'd had more written but blogger is being a bitch and honestly I don't feel like writing it again.
posted by Allison Francis @ 8:59 PM
1 Comments:
hey remember when i loved you all the time. yeah it was pretty cool.
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