The more I get to know Rachel, the more she reminds me of Dana Nalven. Also it’s fucking weird that I have so many friends named Dana at this point that I have to refer to one of my best friends by her first and last name. But seriously, it’s the speed with which she moves (or rather, the lack of speed with which she moves), the things she talks about and how she says them, the way that she always wants ice cream, and how she always makes out. Although, I really can’t see Rachel moving to Hawaii on a whim without saying more than three words about it, or studying to read people’s chakras and Myan tarots.
If there’s anyone here that I’ve met that I can identify with, it’s Jess. She’s from Maryland, and I found pictures of her being a little punk-ass in high school on her facebook. I could tell that she didn’t care about the shoe story that she was telling last night.
Jojo’s (Yanna’s) husband is here. He’s been here for four days. I just found out he was here, but I had suspected she had a dude over because the toilet seat was up every time I went into the bathroom. He’s like 40. Whatever, he gave me this weird doll that looks like a monkey.
That is not true, it’s just a title of one of the chapters of Everything is Going to Be Great by Rachel Shukert, and it’s kind of how I feel. I have two pairs of pants, one sweatshirt, three t-shirts, six pairs of socks, and five pairs of underwear (stuffed into a Nalgen bottle) stuffed into my backpack. Also two books and a notebook and a towel. I have minimal toiletries. I am not bringing a hairbrush.
I am like one of those annoying children/stupid girls on their birthday who keep reminding people that it’s their birthday. Except for me it’s just like……..I’M IN ENGLAND I’M IN ENGLAND AREN’T I GREAT??????!!!!!!!!!!
Ohhh the list I could write for this question. I’m afraid of everything, and I always have been. Mostly things dealing with other human beings. But right at this moment I’m afraid of running out of money and not being able to use this trip the way I really want to. Also I’m afraid of starving to death, because I’ve decided to use my food money for other things.
In this one “this happened” manifested itself in the form of an actual physical cable. It was attached to me with a hook in my lower back, and then a system of pulleys allowed me to move wherever I wanted, albeit slowly. It was heavy, and then I realized what was going on, and I knew exactly what the cable was. I unhooked the cable, and it was like dying. The good kind of dying—heavenly and white. I floated away.