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Just hold my hand while I come.

I encountered my fourth grade teacher today and proceeded to have the same fiddling, fumbling, failing conversation I always have when trying to describe myself/life/educational status. Why do I always feel the need to volunteer that I've been in junior college for some seven odd years? I guess because they ask. Then there's always, "Have you decided on a major?" I tell them Psychology and am enivatably met with frowny face.
"I pegged you for an English major."
Yeah well. Go peg a fence or some shit, people. Whatever one is actually supposed to peg. Dart boards? Not me. I would rather stick needles in my eyes than major in English.
I wrapped up this conversation by neglecting to mention that I'd just gotten back from the east coast, the one noteworthy thing I've done thus far. Sigh.
Speaking of that, the culture shock of returning to California combined with the reuniting with my dysfunctional/whitetrash roots contributes to my crying 22 to 23 hours a day. The California font, use of bears on the flags and in state fair advertising, and porn star governor candidates is beginning to disgust even me now.
And I may be lonely but I don't want to talk to people in airports, or on planes, okay?
"Hey you from Boston?!"
"Hey you from Californ-yuh?!"
"You goin to Bozeman, Montana?!"
"Where you headed?!"
"You from Sacramento!? I'm headed there on vacation!"
SHUT UP. SHUT. UP. Shutupshutupshutupshutup. I'm too busy trying not to vomit all over you, myself, and my SKY magazine while the "California here I come, right back where I started from/Open up that golden gate, I can hardly wait" theme song reels through my head mercilessly to tell you intimate details about my travels. And don't look out the fuckin window nonstop if you're not sitting next to it. I'm sitting next to it. Your face pointed at mine for six hours doesn't aid in the fight to not vomit.
An eighth year at junior college begins tomorrow. In honour of that, I will attempt to sleep instead of cry.

Comments

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phantomplanet
Aug. 18th, 2003 06:18 am (UTC)
wow. i was just thinking about you before i went to check my friends list. :D
velouria
Aug. 19th, 2003 10:32 pm (UTC)
what were you thinking
phantomplanet
Aug. 19th, 2003 11:46 pm (UTC)
i was wondering what happened to you and thinking about how i missed you.
velouria
Aug. 20th, 2003 12:55 am (UTC)
thanks for thinking of me dear
phantomplanet
Aug. 20th, 2003 01:01 am (UTC)
aw you're online right now i should say hi but i'm about to go to sleep :'(
ruxpin_exe
Aug. 19th, 2003 03:13 am (UTC)
Hey. =\
velouria
Aug. 19th, 2003 10:33 pm (UTC)
hey
ruxpin_exe
Aug. 20th, 2003 09:09 am (UTC)
You're alive.
I'm thrilled.
velouria
Aug. 20th, 2003 11:34 am (UTC)
unfortunately
ruxpin_exe
Aug. 20th, 2003 02:29 pm (UTC)
You're so goth.
*forlorn*
fagorz
Sep. 12th, 2003 03:40 pm (UTC)
omfg lololol.z
ruxpin_exe
Sep. 12th, 2003 03:42 pm (UTC)
sup
fagorz
Sep. 12th, 2003 03:40 pm (UTC)
adfg
*stalk*
ruxpin_exe
Sep. 12th, 2003 03:42 pm (UTC)
Re: adfg
wtf you're hoarding in on me hoarding in on someone elses turf
ex_hypothezi980
Aug. 19th, 2003 09:54 pm (UTC)
"... the same fiddling, fumbling, failing conversation ..."

fiddling, you say?



velouria
Aug. 19th, 2003 10:33 pm (UTC)
that's an assload of smilers
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