Heals The Original Dryness

Heals The Original Dryness

i am no longer a faerie





it was not vanity that drew her to the mirror;
it was the amazement at seeing her own "I."
-the unbearable lightness of being

10.15.2001

 
oh FUCK!!!! really long blog, disappears. RRRRAAAAWWWRRR!!! that took me like an HOUR to write! *seeths in anger. throws computer out the window*

jist of blog/series of events (part 2): i leave jonathan's to catch a 11:55 bus, there is not 11:55 bus, i hang out all night at the station talking with people (few kids who had been cruising up and down santa clara st., other guy who'd been waiting for the santa cruz bus who called and gave amtrak and earful for leading us on to beleive there was an 11:55 bus) bout school and i tell them about explorers and history, show off my weird sholders and other party tricks (incited one of the guys to by the end of the night be able to put his foot behind his head), talked to the other guy waiting for the bus about UC santa cruz, which he had gone to as well. talked about my social life. caught 4:45 bus, get to metro center at 5:30, no campus bound busses until 7, bus 40 comes and i ride it up along the coast to kill an hour and keep warm, nice bus ride, passes by an old cement factory ("what kind of cement?", didn't ask but it was the initial instict question to ask) goes by davenport, up to wadell creek, pauses on beach for 10 minutes or so (my first real sort of "uh oh" moment, because i was alone on a bus with a big bus driver guy in the middle of nowhere before dawn. nothing happened tho, he went and sat and stared out the window towards the back and i stared out the window in the front and read my book. bits of small talk, etc.) ride the bus back, sunrise, one side of the veiw looked almost like a monet painting, it was haisey and blue and purple pastels and really blended looking, etc. the other side was BRiTE yellow and orange and Red like i've never seen in a sky with the black prints of trees against it. i remembered how i'd often be on a train headed for school as the sun rose, and it would make me really depressed and angry because people shouldn't be ahead of the sun, and it was nice and calming to just be one of the few people up to see the sun come up and the world awaken. thats how things should be. but with me asleep at night... ;)
Quoth the Raven  # 10:54 AM
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