you are young, men, you must be living

returned home a little early, as i wasn't feelin the iv party scene (big surprise there). nobody is here, even though i don't know who i expected to be here. i saw maya return with all of her camping goodness this evening, as i was lounging on the couch, reading bio and basking in all the tiredness that sunshine bestows upon you. interesting that she was home a day early, but ok. almost had the bathroom to myself all weekend, although it occurs to me that she will be spending the night at her boy's and that i will, nonetheless, have the bathroom to myself. i'll leave the starlights onf or her anyway.

anyway, as i entered the house, everything was so quaint (sp?). i left the perfect lighting on in the living room for all residents to walk into, which, in my opinion, is the most welcoming and softest of lighting combinations our living room has to offer. as i was entering the room, i knew i did a good job. having just exited the madness that is this little housing experiment, i immediately felt at peace. i don't know where anybody is, but i have a good idea. elaine should be home within the hour with somebody, rachel will probably not be back until late morning/ early afternoon tomorrow, and maya most likely will return in the early morning. this leaves me my own house until the dreaded return of e, who i have been getting along wtih frightfully much lately. maybe because i know i only have to live with her for two more months, god help me. anyway, i changed into my usual attire, and treaded around the house in my slippers, listening to the voices outside. sipped a glass of water, watched the passerbys in the dark so as to not alert them of my presence and thus, my lack of pants. those ft residents. always on the longest walk home. it makes me nostolgic for when i lived in santa cruz and had such a far walk when i went out. and of the isla vista expressway, that path that connected our isolated area of campus with all alcohol that was free. the chills that went down your spine as you descended teh steps by san raf to the lagoon and the temperature dropped a good 3 degrees. it felt good, though, when you were walking by. never an unwelcomed change. and then you'd get to the part that smelled so badly, but you were drunk anyway so whatever. besides, the stench of cologne and perfume is always so strong in that area. i remember one time, we decided to take a small detour and walk all the way around the lagoon. when we got to the ocean, it was like drunken heaven. there is no better end to a night as being greeted with the vast and comforting ocean and the soft sand. and after all the post partying ended in the dorms, after all the nightcap marajuana and the music died down, after the final shrill voices ceased, when all events of the night were recounted between roommates and the bathrooms cleared of teethbrushers and facewashers, you could lay in bed and hear the ocean.

i think i'll sleep with my window open tonight.

i love this town. i love it as much as i hate it.