Today’s trip was unreal! Sara and I drove up to Boston for some harbor partying, and we thought we saw Bradley Cooper, but it was a girl. An unusual looking girl… All in all, pretty eventful!
Spring
I first met Dale on the edge of winter, melding into spring.
He was bizarre, completely out of the ordinary- out of anyone’s league, out of this universe. He belonged in an ocean on Saturn, in a float weird world where nothing bad happened.
College was not exactly good to me, but it wasn’t too hard, and I had just enough room to breathe.
On a windy day, I sat outside the Lit wing watching some impromptu dance-off. And there he was, some person doing the Safety Dance. And it was never quite the same afterwards.
And then
Daisy and I didn’t talk very much during college. She went off to the west and I went up north.
Sometimes I still missed her and how we had our old jokes and memories, but she had stopped interacting with me towards the end of high school.
I found some other friends, but it was never ready quite the same.
Friend.
Even though Daisy was quite intelligent to some extent, she was never really very smart. She could probably tell you the dates of the Native American conquests and name the energy levels of an atom, but her social balance was not good.
Tex, whom I was never close to anyway, was very average, at least, from what I could see. But one look with his average brown eyes had Daisy in a a crazy delirium immediately. With all the communication skills of a couple high school kids, the only way that the two ever communicated was through some mutual friend, Callie.
In a predictable fashion, Callie and Daisy became like the Gemini twins, joined at the hip. They were always together, talking and talking and talking about Tex. I still don’t understand how much there was to talk about, if we’re talking about just actual events that took place. The theoretical and hypothetical daydreams, on the other hand, could go on forever. They were out of the room the very second that classes ended, even if I put everything up in advance to try to catch up to them. But when I looked up from my desk, their seats were already abandoned.
Two weeks later, after countless futile attempts to chase my friends around, I got used to sitting with one of my more casual friends, Deena. We’d study in the library and talk about our insecurities. If she came over, we’d sit on my carpeted floor, and drink chocolate mint tea, and just pour out our secrets.
