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Home Safely
Dec. 22nd, 2003 08:30 pmWe left Claremont about 8:30 Saturday morning, after breakfast at 42nd Street Bagel Cafe. Weekends are wonderful for driving - there's as few people on the roads and highways as there ever are in Los Angeles. I took the first shift, the exciting shift, I-10 to I-15 to I-40, where Robin took over. The rest of the day was all I-40, all the time, straight on through to Albuquerque. Mind you, that's a significantly longer drive than we'd expected - we didn't make it in until well after 10 that night, a good 13 hours on the road.
Albuquerque is a miserable city to navigate after all day on the interstates. The one street that passes al the way down the center of town makes random, poorly labeled turns; and two blocks are simply closed right in downtown. These two blocks are, of course, not connected to each other - we drove around one and got back on Central only to be confronted by another closed block. As we were coming from the west, naturally our hotel was on the very east edge of town, so we got a good look at all the sketchy motels and porn shops in the middle of Albuquerque. Therefore, as far as I can tell that city epitomizes my very own personal hell. (I'm sure the residents don't think so, but I don't right now want to get close enough to any of them for them to change my mind.) I lived in constant, irrational fear that some of them would read my mind and I'd be run out of town.
We left on our own, of course, at nine the next morning, and the drive home was uneventful. Home... is home. Not much has changed, except for the details of operating the heater in my room. The neighbors and cousins are the same, though I'm absolutely dreading Christmas Eve dinner across the street. The house is entirely covered in lights, inside and out from what I hear, and outputs more photons in an hour than a small nuclear explosion. Trees and shrubs outside do not escape this undignified attention, and since I live in a freaking forest, that's a lot more lights. I really don't appreciate it, but any criticism coming from me would be silenced by "they have their ways, we have ours" from my parents and condescending glares from the offenders. So I will go, eat food, keep my mouth firmly shut, then run home and curl up into a little ball in the dark. Or just read, not in the dark.
I actually have a decent amount to do over break. I picked up a few books at the library (getting my own card, in fact, since I forgot to get my mother's before going into town), ought to go skiing once or twice, need to block the show, need to actually write up a decent script of the show even, and the requisite socializing. Erin, you said to call you, but I keep losing your home phone number. Yes, I'm spacy. But nyah. Saw Jeremy at dinner tonight (ahhh, tasty South Garden food; some things never do change) along with his newly pierced nipples. David I could not contact on account of his being in New Mexico (what a rotten place to be). Saw Nate and some associates at Starbucks. Not sure how to get in touch with Heather anymore. Other than those listed, sadly I can't think of who else I'd even want to see over break. I'm ready to head back to Mudd, already.... yes, after about two days away. Though I'm not ready to make the drive back. I just want a teleport. Yes, that's it.
I did convince Dad to send me into town to get a wireless router for the home network, so I don't have to do any nasty fiddling with cords to gt my laptop online. Hence, this post from good old SoultoothII.
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Albuquerque is a miserable city to navigate after all day on the interstates. The one street that passes al the way down the center of town makes random, poorly labeled turns; and two blocks are simply closed right in downtown. These two blocks are, of course, not connected to each other - we drove around one and got back on Central only to be confronted by another closed block. As we were coming from the west, naturally our hotel was on the very east edge of town, so we got a good look at all the sketchy motels and porn shops in the middle of Albuquerque. Therefore, as far as I can tell that city epitomizes my very own personal hell. (I'm sure the residents don't think so, but I don't right now want to get close enough to any of them for them to change my mind.) I lived in constant, irrational fear that some of them would read my mind and I'd be run out of town.
We left on our own, of course, at nine the next morning, and the drive home was uneventful. Home... is home. Not much has changed, except for the details of operating the heater in my room. The neighbors and cousins are the same, though I'm absolutely dreading Christmas Eve dinner across the street. The house is entirely covered in lights, inside and out from what I hear, and outputs more photons in an hour than a small nuclear explosion. Trees and shrubs outside do not escape this undignified attention, and since I live in a freaking forest, that's a lot more lights. I really don't appreciate it, but any criticism coming from me would be silenced by "they have their ways, we have ours" from my parents and condescending glares from the offenders. So I will go, eat food, keep my mouth firmly shut, then run home and curl up into a little ball in the dark. Or just read, not in the dark.
I actually have a decent amount to do over break. I picked up a few books at the library (getting my own card, in fact, since I forgot to get my mother's before going into town), ought to go skiing once or twice, need to block the show, need to actually write up a decent script of the show even, and the requisite socializing. Erin, you said to call you, but I keep losing your home phone number. Yes, I'm spacy. But nyah. Saw Jeremy at dinner tonight (ahhh, tasty South Garden food; some things never do change) along with his newly pierced nipples. David I could not contact on account of his being in New Mexico (what a rotten place to be). Saw Nate and some associates at Starbucks. Not sure how to get in touch with Heather anymore. Other than those listed, sadly I can't think of who else I'd even want to see over break. I'm ready to head back to Mudd, already.... yes, after about two days away. Though I'm not ready to make the drive back. I just want a teleport. Yes, that's it.
I did convince Dad to send me into town to get a wireless router for the home network, so I don't have to do any nasty fiddling with cords to gt my laptop online. Hence, this post from good old SoultoothII.
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