The Left Shoe

I promised myself I wouldn't start writing on the left shoe until I got the lyrics to the song he's writing me to put on the tongue of the right one. On Tuesday he worked with Nick and Wasiq to get it translated from acoustic to electric, and I'm really excited. However, at the bonfire, I got it really dirty, so I may have to clean it up. My book of quotes is getting really full, but that's half the fun of it. I am going to live like Emma Goldman, but with my own life and values.

Carta de Amor

While I was cleaning out my backpack, I found two love letters I had written to Dave in Spanish. I remember I specifically looked up words I didn't know, and tried to use tenses I'm not comfortable with. I want to publish this one because it was the better idea wise, rather than the grammatically sensible, simple one.

"Me encanta tu alpalca. A veces con la duermo. Mi corazón está muy feliz. "Te amo." Lo deciste, y lo creo. Ahora no puedo dejar de pensar de tú por uno hora. Yo sueño de tú. Todos noches me duermo con la esperanza voy a verte antes de me despierto. Me gusta (casi) los deportes cuando estoy con tú, pero miraría C-SPAN con tú si quieras. Estoy muy orgullosa estar tu novia. La inteligencia y el sentido del humor tienes estan más extraordinarios que cualquiera otra persona ya conozco. ?Quien, pero tú, puede me traer éstos sentimientos de amor y confianza? Tú estás todo quiero, pero tu abrazo es todo necesito. Mi amor es siempre nuevo y claro. Con amor y comunismo y toda mi corazón, Chloe."

PS: It was a bitch to find the accents

Big Blue Bag

When my parents got separated my brother was too little to realize what it meant and his play was being hampered by this family discussion. We were never really exposed to the legal battle as our parents were very cordial about it, and the only real symbol of separation was the bag we used to move our things from house to house. It was called the big blue bag, a blue duffel bag that could be zippered into itself that we had so long my brother grew out of bringing his stuffed animal in it. Usually if we had to bring it to Concord Christian Academy, I would take it to my class and leave it with my backpack along the wall. I don't remember it ever weighing too much. Stuffed animals, clothes, seasonal things like bathing suits, and whatever game boys we had weren't a problem, and I really don't remember bringing anything else. Not sure where it is now, but it's the only thing that ever symbolically defined the divorce. Except maybe Delaware.

NCD

I'm totally going to be the creepy lesbian girl after this, but I'll bring National Cleavage Day to the States goddammit. Go South Africa and Wonderbra and Cosmo.

Txts: Worth Keeping

HOLY SHIT! YOUR LAST NAME HAS NO VOWELS IN IT!
-Dave

Saw your name at the bottom of the fondles. Which I loved lol.
-Dave

I'm crying, god, lol. we're a good country again. my god.
-Jeff

Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand because I'm in the same boat. :] So how was your day?
-Dave

Acorn

"Random thought I know, but leads to an actually serious question, 'When was the last time you saw an acorn?'"
"Recently actually, I collect them from important places."
"Oh cool, like where?"
"Katie Ross' old house, and my best friend Kristin's old house too."
"Oh, that's boring... like places that are important to you."

So I brought back an acorn, and it was explained as something really awesome. But I felt stupid for having it, and so didn't share it.

Bonfire/Campfire

We sang songs of moose and fire and Kumbaya and watched the fire crackle and burn and drank apple cider and Mango Twist with too much noise and talked about drugs, sex, and alcohol, but still kept that wild trepidation of so long ago with the magic and awe of being outside and happy. Guy on the fire, where creation for the sake of destruction and meeting for the sake of music, brought back memories and laughter of when we were newer. Huddling close and whispering of sad realizations, but singing loud and holding on to that trembling, fearful rise of welcoming acceptance we cannot usher in quite yet. They said the embers looked like Phoenix feathers or dragon scales, but when things come of out fire that should stay dead, they set barns on fire. I've got my bucket ready, but right now, I'm using it as part of my robot costume.

Hear me crying
Hear me singing
Hear me laughing
Oh I need you
Come by Here

Txts: Random

I had a great afternoon today. I'm really surprised my mom wasn't pissed. She just gave me a talk and a warning. :P
-Dave, on Matt's birthday

How about Satur Day? It only happens 52 times a year.
-Dave, on holidays that need celebrating

But I NEED that shamWow.
-Matt, on cigarettes, porn, and infomercials

Hahaha. Sorry, I think I have another pair of pants to party in that day, but thanks for the invite.
-Me, on The Party in Matt's Pants

I'm not sure if I should appreciate that, but I do, so thanks!
-Dave, on me thinking of him when I go to burn the anarchist

Oh god! Oh god it burns!
-Dave, on setting fire to the anarchist for Guy Fawkes Night

I love you too. I'll talk to you tomorrow! <3
-Dave

Thank you for being a good friend.


"Shh, I'm rocking out."
-Molly

Trees

There used to be a large, dead and dying tree in my front yard where we currently have growing decorative grass. A man used to come every once in a while to take mushrooms that had sprouted themselves on the stump. We don't know if he sold or ate them or actually knew what he was talking about, but my mom would occasionally check the news for "mycology related deaths." My neighbors had another large, dead tree in their side yard in between our driveways. One day that was scheduled to be uneventful, I woke up to discover firemen clustered around the trunk and attempting to coax a wayward iguana from its perch at the top. Sometime after they got it down, our family hosted it for a week, but it was really boring. We sent it on its way to Farmer Willy, and I lost track of it from there. The neighbors had another large pecan tree, where they currently have planted a cat nip tree. Once, Jack and I nabbed every single fallen nut and tried to eat them. Not knowing if we had to roast them or other preparations, we gave up and threw them at each other. There are a total of four trees my neighbors no longer have. Along with the ones already mentioned, two that threatened to fall on their house. It makes the sky over their yard look empty. Before the neighborhood in back of the firehouse was constructed, there used to be a crab apple tree in the field neighboring my yard. Deer would often frequent it, as would my brother and I to collect ammo for when the "invaders" who never came finally arrived. One very early morning, maybe getting ready for school or cartoons, my dad hushed me awake to look out of our kitchen window to see a horse nibbling around the tree. That may also have been Farmer Willy's, but I don't remember it very well.