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Coen Brothers' movies I need to see:
Blood Simple
Raising Arizona
Miller's Crossing
Barton Fink
The Hudsucker Proxy
Fargo
The Big Lebowski
O Brother, Where Art Thou?

The Man Who Wasn't There
Intolerable Cruelty
The Ladykillers
No Country for Old Men
Burn After Reading

A Serious Man
Chuck Palahniuk Books I want to read and own:
Bold = own.

Fight Club
Invisible Monsters
Survivor

Choke
Lullaby
Diary
Haunted
Rant
Snuff
Pygmy
nostalgia.
Wednesday. 7.25.07 9:23 pm
lately ive been feeling really, really happy.

i cant explain this happiness. i think it might be due to the relationship of sorts that im in. but that couldnt be it, because of the four or five hours between us. ive been talking on the phone with him every night, and wanting, more than anything, to be with him.

when we were together at camp it seemed almost as if we had been together for ever. there wasnt anything formal about it, we just were. it was a good thing. things are easy with him, despite the distance. words flow from my mouth when i speak with him, all my defences are down. i know he will make fun of me for things, but i dont care. i say what i feel. im not afraid to be me.


today my family and i went out for my grandmothers birthday at the rib crib. it was a fun experience, and the food was great, but by the end of it i was ready ready ready to leave. i was ready to go home and wait for it to be nine so i could dial the long distance number and know that i wasnt waisting money talking to my boyfriend for hours. but my family had different ideas.

"can you take a picture?" my granddad, D, handed his camera to the hostess holding open the door for us. she complied, but of course it took us three times to find the perfect place for us to stand. then we had to take two pictures, because God forbid one came out bad. and then they talked.

"oh yeah, blablabla, weddings, blablabla, deaths, blablabla..." why couldnt they have talked about this the two hours we were at the table?? i walked around the corner of the restaurant, in the direction of our car.

as i turned the corner this overcoming sense of... something... overcame me. it washed away everything. i didnt need to be with boone, and i didnt need to leave. i could stand there for forever. and then i looked across the parking lot.


there was a golf course with a pond. the course was green and inviting and i felt like i could run through it and never stop.


i spent my childhood on that golf course, digging in the sandtraps and racing across the... the field? what ever it was, my cousins and i spent days on that golf course.

then my other grandparents, the ones who had the whole golf course as their backyard, moved. i havent been back on that golf course since.





ps. i finally came up w/something to write!!!



pps. dilated is cooler than you.
5 Comments.


dilated is NOT cooler than I am.

I've never had ribs. I took my brother out to dinner, and of course, he wanted ribs, which were the most expensive thing on the menu. I let him get them, and he ate them like he'd not eaten in months. It was funny.
» ikimashokie on 2007-07-25 09:40:24

I've never been to a golf course.. I wanna' go though.

I've also never been to that rib place.
I don't like ribs.


I agree with the pps.
» Dilated on 2007-07-25 09:41:25

It's great that you're really happy with this guy. Hopefully it'll last a long time.

I resent your p.p.s.
» randomjunk on 2007-07-25 10:34:00

Yay. >:D
» randomjunk on 2007-07-25 10:50:38

"Rib Crib"

Is that uh.. restaurant? Never heard of it.
» alexsedotcx on 2007-07-25 11:30:38

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