there is a 35+ year old man that is subletting one of the rooms in the house in front of mine. he came knocking on our door yesterafteroon, asking if, by chance, any of us would like to smoke with him. (this house? during dinner, two pipes are being passed around. you can't cut into your meat wihtout some gigglefit spreading throughout. when someone suggests jazz for dinner music, it actually happpens.) is that just a little shady?
i overlook it. it means nothing to me when i can stand on my balcony and view both the ocean and the mountains that are characteristic of this school. i feel as though i have woken up and found that the last year didn't even happen. live in a shitty dump? i would never subject myself to that. my new place has dimmer light switches, vaulted ceilings, and lofts in the bedrooms. the carpet is clean. the kitchen sports a microwave... built in. there are flowers all around and a delicately manacured yard. did i really survive somebody walking through my room to use the bathroom on a multiple-time-per-day basis? did i really listen to her blow snot into the high-as-it-can-go flow of running water at all times of the night and morning, while she washed her face? my bathroom now is large enough to have a twenty person get-together, easily. and it's only one of two.
and i tell myself that i will return to 6718 Sabado Tarde.
why would i do that when Pasado is a palace in comparison?
i should be careful, i could get used to this.
there are, of course, downfalls. no longer will i get to look into the windows of Dashain and see them gathering around the bench-like table in their kitchen. no longer will i be able to hear the bantering of the neighbors, or have the skateboarders to entertain me every beautiful afternoon.
these are downfalls? i take it all back. all of it.
besides, i can't return to dashain these days on account of stella and i breaking in to take some filtered water during the last hours of our residence at 6718.
four blocks east of the ocean, i can still hear it.
what more can i ask of life?
oh yeah. sanity.
i overlook it. it means nothing to me when i can stand on my balcony and view both the ocean and the mountains that are characteristic of this school. i feel as though i have woken up and found that the last year didn't even happen. live in a shitty dump? i would never subject myself to that. my new place has dimmer light switches, vaulted ceilings, and lofts in the bedrooms. the carpet is clean. the kitchen sports a microwave... built in. there are flowers all around and a delicately manacured yard. did i really survive somebody walking through my room to use the bathroom on a multiple-time-per-day basis? did i really listen to her blow snot into the high-as-it-can-go flow of running water at all times of the night and morning, while she washed her face? my bathroom now is large enough to have a twenty person get-together, easily. and it's only one of two.
and i tell myself that i will return to 6718 Sabado Tarde.
why would i do that when Pasado is a palace in comparison?
i should be careful, i could get used to this.
there are, of course, downfalls. no longer will i get to look into the windows of Dashain and see them gathering around the bench-like table in their kitchen. no longer will i be able to hear the bantering of the neighbors, or have the skateboarders to entertain me every beautiful afternoon.
these are downfalls? i take it all back. all of it.
besides, i can't return to dashain these days on account of stella and i breaking in to take some filtered water during the last hours of our residence at 6718.
four blocks east of the ocean, i can still hear it.
what more can i ask of life?
oh yeah. sanity.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 12:17
4 Comments:
take it from your best friend outside California, sanity is quite overrated Rach. In La La land everyone talks to you. :)
but don't you miss your butt buddy who just happens to have your dvd player? I promise I will work on that for you so you'll have it before I leave for Spain. Hopefully before I get home from camp too...
yeah. that would be nice marissalypoo. but, as always, im not in too much of a hurry to get it back. i just wanted to know where it was.
and you better not be hitting on any of those little campers, either. i know your cradle-robbing tendencies.
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