so there I was, sitting in the back room of non-adjectived mike’s house with , , , , , and , when I realized life was far far too silly…
normally in brookings we just sit around and realize we all have deadjournals.
1. before leaving Brookings I had a dentist appointment in which I was yelled at for not flossing. moral of the story: the dentist’s job is to lower self esteem
2. Panera Bread cinnamon scones are hardcore in a way that St. Cloud is not
3. arriving in Duluth at dusk reminds me why I love that town, meeting Jet in the parking lot outside her campus apartment reminds me why I love those people
4. even four months of sparse contact can’t come in the way of friendships. natdoom! and exploring campus at night and scary plastic surgery.
5. U.S.U.Q. (underground student union of queers) desperately needs to buy a house in a year and film a reality sitcom. oh, in England I am destined to meet a boy named Quincy and bring him home with me.
6. telephones are hard. because of this Heather and I must take a trip to Prague.
7. Pizza Lucé is still awesome, even if the dreadhead (whee) waitstaff sucks patchouli. running across the street to the fetus to see a vaguely familiar posse of people is also awesome. especially awesome is staring at Angela in an attempt to steal her soul. Natalie, Bridget, and I (or natdoom, jet, and tofu if you will) rock at picking what time to go to Lucé. I do not rock at parking. We collectively do not rock at walking into the NorShor to see an art show.)
8. Bud remains an undeniably undescribable personality. friendlybadfirstimpressionfacedoom. I dunno. maybe I’ll figure it out some day.
9. the gay pride festival is very silly. the gay community scares me in that “oh god I feel ugly does anyone really care or are they just hear to keep up appearances?” trailer park queen lady makes me want to give mankind a beating. hearing origin of love, gigantic, crimson and clover, my sharona (er) become my vagina, amongst other things, caused brain damage in the best way possible
10. once I went to a flaming gay bonfire. this was after getting lost in the woods, going to two wrong bonfires, and then eventually finding the right spot. i text messaged some guy who had text messaged me this summer. all i said was “i can see you” which caused him to walk around looking concerned for the remainder of the night. i frolicked and had hot sex on the beach with natalie and then bridget.
11. maria and taryn are amazing and have an amazing cute apartment in the sky, which is incidentally two blocks behind where natalie lives. halfway between them is where repinski and tony marquadt live.
12. tony still scary. tony now have scarier boyfriend. tony make me march in gay pride parade with natalie. QSU sucks. USUQ rules. ooh… if Jet had been there it would have been a hostile takeover. hehe. as a sidenote, who the hell would be in the parade if they didn’t want pictures of them taken or to be on the news? tell everyone, JULIE IS GAY!
13. unadjectived mike’s home is full of randomness and random people. much awkward fun was had. greg continues to impress my face. beware the hamster.
14. this joe is a focal point amongst people. i don’t know him really, but everyone i know does. he would always be on the bus sundays when i’d go to grace alone to chill. he’s currently living with “lucas” who is the other brookings kid at UMD. i spent the summer working at the paper with him. he is following me. one time at a birthday party my sister hypnotized someone to think they were james bond. they attempted to strangle lucas to death. muahaha.
15. new mariatarynland apartment in the sky already has more furniture than other places. sellouts!
16. once I got a voicemail informing the circle was not complete without me. I’m heart you see… greg = impressive, as I said. unadjectived mikeface is captain planet, naturally.
17. I never got to have pie with Mel. sometime in the next few years… queermike is now very blonde and luther (tangerine dream) was quite wasted at the bonfire. I got a kiss on the cheek. I’m so the winner of life.
18. it’s hella-awkward explaining to a room of people why you’re going to the airport to pick up a boy. what can I say, my life is silly. not quite as silly as driving to said airport with angela. that is a moment I want in a box
19. is very fancy. we had adventures of driving around at 3am on labor day looking for a hotel (not dirty you bastards!). who’d think a tourist town would be booked and more expensive than even Seattle… blargh. I need to see Avenue Q at some point in my life.
20. Amazing Grace on Monday was wonderful. I went with Bridget and lunchMike (one year exactly after I met him, in fact) and then everyone else ever showed up outside. Matty was even working the parking lot with his new diagonal faux hawk. much fancier than I ever imagined a faux hawk could be. I made it through six days in Duluth with no hot action. I’m impressive! I’m still looking for that box Greg talked about to capture the grace moment in.
21. spending the night at Bud’s was silly. we played videogames naturally. Bud’s cousin called his roommate gay for talking on phone to girlfriend (my new favorite anectdote, by the way). Bud apologized for stupid people. he’s a good guy; better than most. to think he was the asshole at orientation that made me dread college and the graphic design program. so much for first impressions. at some point in the night, Bud put another blanket on me (I was out in living area sleeping on futon). he totally wants my bod.
22. Tuesday I ended up at an older gentlemen’s house who fixed my camera. the experience reminded me of the old gnome fellow and his wife in neverending story. it was a good time. after that randomosity, I drove to the cities.
23. in Murderapolis I got lost and ended up at a park I once cuddled with a boy on a park bench. that freaked me out so I turned around and found my way to R.’s. my life is substantially more Xiu Xiu and CFSRed now.
saying goodbye to everyone after just seeing them again for a few days really fuckingtabletennis sucks it is now time to put my affairs in order and pack for the UK. six more nights with the brookings kids and then it’s seeya! sigh. what summer?