Dream Eating
Unable to update files in cache indeed. The very thought.
At any rate, let me fill you in on what you’ve been missing while you’ve been in that dreamy haze. I could recount this all from memory, but I have an even better source - the journal itself. So, while Monsieur Tiersen plays us a whimsical tune, we shall relive the most delightful of evenings.
August 5th, 2007
I spent last night at Harry’s, after swimming in his pool until 2AM with Kat, Kit, Igor, Steve, and of course the man himself. It was awesome - Harry always keeps his pool at something like 100 degrees Fahrenheit so it’s delicious to just jump into. Earlier we had watched Rushmore (with Ben and Carrie), had a bit to eat and drink, and then danced / played / fought - all those things that the mix of us are prone to doing.
Absent were Cat, Lila, Sol, Parker, and others - although only the above named were the ones I cared about coming. I leave today as the day for me to find them - I know Lila will not be up for partying as she has work tomorrow, but perhaps I can entice her to join us for a short while. Sol left me a message earlier but I do not recall its contents - I suspect she will be unable to join us in anything for a while.
Yesterday we had the Schwartz family over for dinner (well, Mr. and Mrs., anyways) and I made a good enough impression that I suspect Mr. Schwartz may become a useful resource for me. I’ll have to take advantage of this come winter break - the man has connections like my father, and is also a headhunter - skills in finding people are always interesting and of use to me.
In the afternoon Heather called to ask about why I had called her last week. I told her not to worry about it and that everything was fine - which is essentially the truth. I have everything I want or need, and while I am still without question madly in love with her, I no longer feel heartsick every day. Life is good.
August 6th, 2007
Mmm. Last night I invited Lila and Parker over, and we cooked honey-soaked beef and veggies over an open fire in an unadulterated celebration of the greatness of life itself. We shared a bottle of wine, sat out on the hammock, and talked about life, high school, and memories.
Later we took the boat out until we were attacked by those fucking swans. Next time I should really bring some paddles or something. Anyways after we were chased we went over the to dam, and I recounted my … adventure .. to semi-amused ears. We then pulled the boat in and enjoyed slices of pie that they had brought with them on the way back in candle-lit darkness until they had to leave. Afterwards I went over to Harry’s after driving aimlessly for an hour or so, and he and I sat in his pool and smoked cigarettes and talked. I drove home a little after midnight and passed out.
I thought a lot while driving aimlessly for that hour, but in truth reached no new conclusions other than that I am an inherently aggressive and ambitious person who must indulge in violence in some form or another. But again, this is really nothing new. I think I will take a shower shortly, as I plan on going to IKEA w/ Lila later.
August 7th, 2007 - 9:40 AM
I drove into camp this morning just as breakfast was starting, so I dropped off my bags and headed over to the mess hall. I gather the last few days have run remarkably well, so I must be certain to congratulate Ben and Elissa at my first opportunity.
Last night we watched 300 with Lila, Parker, and Ernie - Cat, Tessa, and Steve had come but left because Cat and Steve said they felt “sick” - I wish people didn’t make up obviously fake excuses. Ah well, it’s the thought that counts.
God, the coffee the kitchen staff makes tastes awful.
An aside: last night Dad pretty much paid for my new laptop (XPS m1330) which is FUCKING AWESOME.
So, I’m eating dreams.
