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2002-02-20 - 12:44 p.m.
well it's so funny to be seein' you after so long
The Nine Greatest Songs of All Time (Right Now)
1. The Cure
"Close To Me"2. CEX
"Furcoat" 3. The Boo Radleys
"Leaves and Sand" 4. Elvis Costello & The Attractions
"Party Girl" 5. Timbaland and Ludacris
"Phat Rabbit" 6. J Mascis & The Fog
"Same Day" 7. The Strokes
"Someday" 8. Busta Rhymes
"Gimme Some More" 9. They Might Be Giants
"Hypnotist Of Ladies" |
A few months ago, a couple things happened that made me feel kind of strange and a little lost. Two of my best and oldest friends, who I hadn’t lived within an hour of for at least a few months each, both sort of split the scene entirely around the same time, one of them under very mysterious circumstances. Chris Milsom, who I was pretty tight with for the last couple years of high school, but had kind of fallen out of touch with after I left for college, took off for Nebraska. And Scott Street, who I’ve known through thick and thin and lived with for a few months last summer, disappeared entirely, having apparently robbed the pizza place he’d worked at for years. The whole thing was very surreal to hear about, especially all within the span of a week. It didn’t necessarily disrupt what was going on my life, as I hadn’t been close to either of them in a while before that, but just knowing about it was very bizarre and distressing on some level. On Friday, I got an IM from a familiar old screenname, one of Chris’s that I’d long since forgotten about and taken off my buddy list. He was in Nebraska, and about to make the drive back to Delaware. But even more interesting is that he informed me that around the holidays, he got a call from Scott, who, contrary to one of many rumors, is still in the country, and is still hiding from the law. I don’t know who else knows, but Chris informed me of his whereabouts and is going to see him soon, although I can’t tell you where exactly, because, well, he’s hiding. Duh. Still, this is quite an unexpected development. I’m not sure if it’ll help me rest any easier, but it does cancel out at least a couple of the big question marks that have been hanging over my head. Chris arrived back in DE a couple days later, and I talked to him online a bit more. Before the drive down, he said that he was probably going to stay until the end of the summer, but apparently about as soon as he stepped foot back on native soil, he realized what a mistake he’d made in returning to Delaware, and is getting back to Nebraska ASAP, probably in a week or so. I don’t blame him...seems like the only thing logical to do at this point is to get the fuck outta Delaware. It’s just common sense, really. I told him he was welcome to stop in Towson on his way back. As much as I’d kind of given up on our friendship in the past year or two, it’s good to hear from him, and I’ll be glad to see him again when I do. For a while, it felt right to sort of neglect all that history, and deny myself those memories. I was pretty damn bitter about everything for a while there. You can see it in some of these entries from a while back. It was just another wild Saturday night for the Towson crew - going to Glen Burnie to shop in ghetto-ass department stores. It’s good to have friends who can make your sides hurts from laughing all day while running mundane errands. When the ladies shopped around for underthings, Randall and I made the miraculous discovery of Musical Underwear. I shit you not. Orange panties with “MUSIC” in colorful lettering stitched across the front, and a little button inside that played a tinny beep-boop-bop rendition of “Wipe Out” when you pressed it. We campaigned incessantly for someone, anyone to buy them. Finally Steph became my hero of all time for buying the musical underwear. She didn’t promise that she’d ever wear them, but it’s enough for me that I got someone to buy them. I’m telling you right now, musical underwear, it’s The Next Big Thing. You’ve been warned. Later that night after we got back, I had a good long talk with Kelly. More and more over the past couple months, I’ve become someone she comes to for advice. She’s, shall we say, a bit high maintenance, but I like having someone to talk to about somewhat serious stuff. So it’s kind of rare that we actually talk about my life much. I guess I’ve got a lot of weird baggage I don’t think much about. Just talking about it was really difficult for me, but it felt good to get some of it out for once. It’s really good to get some positive reinforcement from someone, even if it’s somewhat bittersweet, backhanded compliments like “any girl would be lucky to be with you...but not me”, especially hard to take from someone who you’ve got some latent feelings for. But it’s a good situation, I’m not worried about it getting all weird and conflicted, especially after kind of clearing the air the other night. Something fucked up: last night Randall got arrested. For trying to steal his own car. He was parked on campus, installing a new CD player, and a student thought he looked suspicious and called the po-lice. He got hauled off by 3 campus cops and 3 Baltimore County cops. Of course, it soon became clear how fucking stupid they were, and he was cleared of all charges. I’m not gonna get all shrill here about racism and injustice and incompetent law enforcement, because you know this shit. Just ridiculous. -al
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