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North America | United States of America (USA) | Great Lakes | Ohio – Leaving

12.09.02 (12.10.02) 12:34AM
Like I said, today I am writing for the 9th, but it is really the 10th. I waited until too late to start writing. I have so much to write about, and so much to say, and I have done so much, and am about to do so much more. I am leaving in just a few hours to go off to Korea. That is really more exciting, and more, wow, more than words really. I am just not starting to get excited. Just now starting to realize that I am about to embark on another journey. About to place myself in the middle of a completely unfamiliar environment, and look out into a gaping sea of confusion. Before I start thinking about tomorrow, and being on a plane for the next thirty or so hours, I want to tell you what a absolutely fabulous day I had today. I did very poorly on my exams. I need to get that out of the way first. Yes, I think I failed most, if not all of them. Whew. Now that that is all over and done with I can get on to some other things. I started working on my books as soon as class was over. You know, my quadrangular chronicle. I went to the metals lab, because Mary said she would give me a hand. So I went there, and she was able to form the bindings out of brass in a relatively short amount of time. Buy the time I was able to go to Kinko’s (don’t let me forget to tell you what happened there) and get back, she had finished sizing everything up. It was really cool. Now there are these big handmade brass rings, that hold the 183 page books together. So now all I have to do is polish everything up, and shine it, and clamp it together, and print out the pages, and well, I guess I still have a lot to do. But at least some of the process is getting done, and I am watching it materialize, right before my eyes. Anyways, do you remember me telling you stories about this time that I was stranded on the side of the highway, hitchhiking with these guys on our way to Wyoming?…

well the trip will not be a success if
there isn’t at least one knock down
drag out fight about something, even
if its over the radio station.
i can remember this time that i spent
some time with my friend jamie
planning this trip out west to go to a
hippie festival rainbow gathering in
wyoming. we were to fly into denver
and hitchhike up near jakson, WY
where the festival was. we had
everything we could think of, money,
drugs, clothes, a new tent. BUT, my
fondest memory of that whole
vacation, next to running into a five
acre forest fire with no shirt an shoes
high on 10 hits of acid (that was
actually my fondest memory) but a
close second was standing in the
middle of whoknowsthefuckwhere,
Wyoming in the blazing sun, waiting
for a ride for about four hours,
screaming at each other about what
a stupid idea it was to hitchhike
when we had a car at home. We
were so mad we were going to kill
each other, it was so funny. Then I
took some acid and he got madder
because we would never get a ride if
I was out running through the sage
brush naked.
ahhh. the good ole days.

That was an entire eccerpt from a letter that I wrote to Darla when she was about to go on a road trip with Kirk. Anyway, the kid I saw today at Kinko’s was not Jamie, the guy from the letter, but his friend, who was also there, Kevin. Kevin was also the person that sat around with me and watched all the people at the forest fire run around like maniacs. We were just sitting there, and people were yelling at us, and it was just so much fun. Not because people were yelling at us, but because, well, I guess it was because we were just sitting so calmly in the face of insanity. It is kind of weird, because I kinda get off on doing that. Being in places that make me uncomfortable, that force me to either push myself one step further, or to go into some kind of defense mechanism, and just completely shut down. That is when I seem to be looking at life through some kind of window. I can see all of the characters, and know the plot, but when I look at everything, like when you go to a play, nothing is quite like you envisioned it to be, it is not quite like how they had it on the movie. That was happening to me tonight, sitting in the kitchen, watching Darrin and Shellie make some kind of pasta dish. I was there, and for the most part pretty comfortable, but I think it was a combination of the excitement of leaving, and the knowledge that something was about to be happening to me that I would have absolutely no control over, that I just spaced out. It is like I remove myself from the situation, and just sit there watching from third person. Anyway, earlier today, I met up with this guy, Kevin, the guy who I was hitchhiking with, and the friend of Jamie, and it was odd, because I knew that I had written about him just a few weeks ago, and had thought about him just that day. This is someone that I haven’t seen, or really even known, before that moment, for the last ten years. He said he has a bunch of photographs from the trip, he had them in his jacket earlier, but had just taken them out. Isn’t that the strangest? I think that was to remind me that life is wonderful and short. And it is moments like those, and moments like these, that I am going to remember for the rest of my days. It is nights after an all night rave, RED, in Boston, and hitchhiking down to Burlington, from Stratton, and afternoons in the redwoods that I remember with Tony. Not whether or not I got an A on that chemistry final, although, if I did get an A on a chemistry final, I think I would remember that also. As Barbie would say, “Life is short, Play hard, Kick it up a notch!” What in this wonderful world could life possibly bring me?

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