so very tired. i should go stop going out for margaritas after work with ch. especially sad, as when i passed the gerber hart library today, i saw that cinema lesbiana was playing tonight- the children's hour, which as you may recall, i wrote a paper about last winter. but it started at 7.30, which gave me about 5 min. to eat dinner. i was too tired to do something new and slightly scary, so now instead i'm in my messy house feeling sorry for myself. mom was texting me from the philadelphia folk festival, but then she went contra dancing. but i've had more than my fair share of connecting with people this week, and so i'm not allowed to complain!
yesterday, well, it was just fabulous. what to wear when i see g? always the question. i settled on my black sandals, black vinyl pants, ditc black tanktop, dangly star earings and dad's ratty old bandana. i felt hot, in a very goth, protected sort of way. i definately wanted some sort of armor, going to hyde park. it was SO WEIRD to get back on the #6. it felt so normal, like i've been doing it every day for the past 2 months. i got their really early, in just a bit more than an hour. so i went back to cornell towers. i wanted to find out about my security deposit... and they had a check for me! SCORE! i talked to denise a few minutes, and she said there were 3 people left living in the building. creepy! she said i should go up to the third floor, and see what they've done. so i did, and all the walls to the east of the elevators had been torn down. the stairs looked right out onto the windows of the front 4 apartments. i wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not, but i kept climbing and went up to 8. actually, my apartment looked alot like it had after the fire, with the baseboards all pulled up and the carpet rolled up in the middle. but the kitchen cupboards i'd painted purple were all torn up. my blue and green windowsills were still untouched. the bathroom... the sink was broken off the wall, and the bathtub was smashed into 4 huge pieces. in the closet there was more rubble, and hanging from the light was the ceramic flower i'd used as a light pull. i took it with me this time. so strange to see my ex home in such disrepair. broken krab, other trash, was still there.
met with g and we went shopping down 53rd. made me really nostalgic. i miss 53rd so much. the ethiopian phone card places just can't compare. we went to the lovely health food store, toys et cetera, hyde park records, the co-op, and finally, the produce market. there MUST be a place like this on the north side, near a train, within biking distance, something. sigh.
we went back to her sublet, which is right on woodlawn, in the heart of quintessential hydeparkness, and we up to the 4th floor to her quintessential hyde park apartment: a huge rambling 4 bedrooms or something in decrepid condition. we cooked with the random utensils the renters had left behind. i was so glad i'd suggested chocolate pudding for desert- we got 2 spoons and ate it right out of the pot. then, g waxed my hair, for what may be the last time. i read stories from francesca lia block's rose and beast to her. it doesn't get more delightful than this, folks. on the train home i ripped an enormous hole in the thigh of my vinyl pants. they REALLY weren't worth even the $5 i spent.
talked to both jen and laura on the way home. felt all loved and super connected. wednesday night i'd stayed up SUPER late baking cookies (and chatting to laura and leah on the phone) so that's why i'd gotten such a late start yesterday... and then that's why i felt compelled to stay up so late preparing the packages. i have noticed the lack of comments recently. so since you haven't said you wanted one, you're not getting one. it's not too late, though. there's still plenty of cookies in the middle of my table. you just have to ask, and they will arrive in your mailbox! i made chocolate chip butter, and lemon gingersnap.
so now i'm just sitting in front of my computer wasting time. turning cassettes into mp3s, uploading photos. you can click here for pictures from the beach
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