I have been incredibly hung over and sleeping it off all day. Last night a bottle of whiskey cut three ways found us all waking up on my floor. My tongue was covered with dissolved gelatin from little powdery hearts. At 4:30 am we were dancing in my living room.
Tonight about fifty people I love are going to a surf rock concert, I have tickets for my best and I and in between I'm supposed to be doing homework. I also have plane tickets for six weeks on a beach. I want campfires and sand dunes and no shoes and salt water. I want to be around people like me, I want to be home.
That my boyfriend is somewhere out of reach for the next week makes me feel suddenly unattached again, like I don't have to factor anyone in to my life. The fact that I can sense this reminds me that I'm not great at doing this, this couple mating pair thing. Do we become different people when we are with other people? Can we even help it?
Is your bed made?
Is your sweater on?
Do you want to
Like you know I do
-vampire weekend
I miss Africa. My roommate is heading there at the end of school to work for some NGO thing and I partly hate it because she will go for five weeks and do the token crap people do when they are there and then say that she's done Africa. She will be the people who mildly annoyed me telling me about pap and sangomas in the months I spent wandering around and living there. She will probably come home and perpetuate stereotypes about the continent and show everyone safari pictures. I know that I should feel sorry for people who don't get to experience my Africa, but last night someone asked me about it and she immediately took over the conversation like she had already been there... and I faded to silence because it's not something you can explain anyways.
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