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"I Mixed One Drink: He's In Memorium!"
Jul. 12th, 2005 12:33 pm*peers around the corner* I. Ahaha. Am home.
I should preface with an apology. I did take photographs. However, I wore my camera the day we went caving. Now, there is something one ought to know about caving: namely, that there is a world of difference between "wandering around Jewel Cave with a tour guide, lights, and a walkway complete with staircases" and "caving". There were no lights, no walkway, and the tour guide was a sarcastic lady who found us all very amusing. ^_~ So! We crawled on our hands and knees, at one point, through a passage with a ceiling two feet off the ground, and the mud beneath our hands was approximately two and half inches thing. My camera, hung 'round my neck on a long string, did not make it out alive. Therefore, I have no photographs.
...Except that the day I was leaving, Mum took four, of Emma, of Lauren and Lindsay, and of Molly. And that is all the photographs a Soujin has got.
On the other hand, the caving was the most magnificent thing I have ever done and I don't regret a moment of it and therefore am not particularly upset about the camera. Besides the crawling, we went across black rivers in the middle of the blackness, through narrow passageways, through a section of little pools like inside the cave in the animated Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, up and down rises, and finally, spectacularly, climbed up a straight vertical cliff with rocks jutting out of the side--and all this by the light of flashlight-torches. And then escaped out of the cave by a way different from that through which we had entered: a thin long slice in the side of the cave at the top of that cliff. It was amazing. There was so much inside, and it was a largish entrance, but not so big that one would have expected beached and gigantic halls and cliffs and a fantastic lake that looked just the the entrance to the Mines of Moria (the entire time we remained near it, I was just waiting for a giant tentacled arm to reach out and snatch somebody). So! That was worth sacrificing the camera.
Right, then.
I have no short-term memory, due to too much aspartame, and therefore cannot remember anything about the letters and postcards I sent (incidentally, did not send as many of those as I'd originally planned--they kept us busy like whoa)--so! Who here knows about Molly/has been written to regarding Molly?
I happen to have a picture of Molly, incidentally. I happen to have two. Alone, and with Soujin. And, er. Isn'tshebeautiful? Isn't she so-- gah. *wibbles* She's so wonderful, too. She works with autistic children, and also at the autism research centre near her home (she lives in Denver, Colorado), and it's all volunteer work--and she loves etymology, and her handwriting is beautiful. And in case you can't tell, I happen to be in love with her. *flails* I just--! She looks so breakable, and it's even more evident in person. She's so small and delicate. Her voice is wonderful. And she's Jewish, and a vegetarian, and she ate lunch with me many many days, and we talked about poetry, and she read cummings, and her birthday is-was the fifth so I gave her a card and a gift and spent so long trying to find the right gift (I have her a bracelet with pearls and purple stones) and gahhh. So in love. She went caving, too, but I never got a chance to see her because she went in the group before mine, but secretly I wanted to see her so badly because I wanted to know what she looked as though she felt when she first came out of the cave, and I wanted to see what she looked like covered in mud all over, and I just. And she writes poetry. Beautiful, flawed poetry, because perfect poetry isn't quite as beautiful as flawed poetry. She makes images. She wrote a poem about garlic that reminded me of oil paintings in dark colours and of garlic. There you are. I can't even string words together properly.
*flailflail* Unfortunately, of course, she not interested in me, and I felt so awful and awkward and enormous next to her because she's so tiny and lovely, but--
I think she liked me as a friend? And that was enough, I think. That she liked me.
And I danced with her on the last day.
Er. At any rate. *cringes* There was also my roommate Emma, who was a good roommate! ^___^ I have had bad luck with roommates in the past. But Emma was ever so wonderful, and positively took care of me on a few days, and she was just--oh, dear. She talked with me and taught me to play Poker and Egyptian Thumbscrew, and ate with me at dinner on some days, and hugged me and talked until she'd made me laugh on the one day I was frantically hysteric, and just generally was too wonderful for words. She also showed off all her thrift store purchases to me and made me squee, and on Casino Night she put makeup on my eyes, and it is the very first makeup I have ever worn apart from stage makeup. Here is a picture of Emma. As you can see, she was also very Tall, and I am feeling it there.
Also met lots of other people, like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sirius_meihim and azurai and Lauren and Lindsay, who were twins. Some people could not tell them apart. *proud of self* Except not me. I did not have trouble with them at all. Lauren is on the left, and she won the shirt she is wearing there at Casino Night, when she had one of my scarves as a belt. She decided that it was lucky and enable her to win, and so there was much rejoicing all around at her triumph. Yes. And then she gave me peanut butter cookies as a reward, which was torturous, for verily they were delicious. At any rate, along with these excellent people, met Andrew, the boy who did not like me alas; Benjamin, who evidently did, as he danced with me. twice.; Cassie, who was curious and clever and wrote horror fiction; Paige, who was tall and redheaded and cynical and wrote fantasy entirely at odds with her demeanour; Katheryn, who was from Connecticut and had her birthday on the fourth of July; Lillie, with whom I danced on the last night; Clint, who had a wonderful hat and whom I could not stop thinking of as having the last name Eastwood >_>; Grace, who was rather beautiful; and lots of other people too numerous to name, gah.
Classes good. Me traumatised by workshopping. ^_~ Will never write again. Teacher happy, bouncy, completely mad, and astoundingly morbid. Was amazing. Still, v. good classes. Will grudgingly have to admit that I Learnt Things.
Also I bought things. *loses* Have lovely dress jackets now--men's and women's. There was a thrift store fifty feet behind our dormitory, which happened to have a sale where everything in a particular room was twenty-five cents. Bought in addition two dresses, one skirt, a man's dress shirt, and a pair of trousers that fit one of Waen's and my injokes perfectly, so joy. Also purchased a pair of shoes with heels (my first!) and an alpine felt hat with a long green feather, and one silk scarf.
And some quails. Er. Yes. Three pottery quails for Waen, and a teacup with grapes on it for meand the R in my head. And notecards for N., who, I should mention, is a completely ridiculous little boy.
Besides all this, I just generally missed you all frantically, and I am happy beyond words to be home again. I love you so much. *clings and doth not let go*
...And now I shall quit this revoltingly long post and go do something constructive, such as eating lunch andwatching Twelfth Night cleaning the upstairs hall.
I should preface with an apology. I did take photographs. However, I wore my camera the day we went caving. Now, there is something one ought to know about caving: namely, that there is a world of difference between "wandering around Jewel Cave with a tour guide, lights, and a walkway complete with staircases" and "caving". There were no lights, no walkway, and the tour guide was a sarcastic lady who found us all very amusing. ^_~ So! We crawled on our hands and knees, at one point, through a passage with a ceiling two feet off the ground, and the mud beneath our hands was approximately two and half inches thing. My camera, hung 'round my neck on a long string, did not make it out alive. Therefore, I have no photographs.
...Except that the day I was leaving, Mum took four, of Emma, of Lauren and Lindsay, and of Molly. And that is all the photographs a Soujin has got.
On the other hand, the caving was the most magnificent thing I have ever done and I don't regret a moment of it and therefore am not particularly upset about the camera. Besides the crawling, we went across black rivers in the middle of the blackness, through narrow passageways, through a section of little pools like inside the cave in the animated Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, up and down rises, and finally, spectacularly, climbed up a straight vertical cliff with rocks jutting out of the side--and all this by the light of flashlight-torches. And then escaped out of the cave by a way different from that through which we had entered: a thin long slice in the side of the cave at the top of that cliff. It was amazing. There was so much inside, and it was a largish entrance, but not so big that one would have expected beached and gigantic halls and cliffs and a fantastic lake that looked just the the entrance to the Mines of Moria (the entire time we remained near it, I was just waiting for a giant tentacled arm to reach out and snatch somebody). So! That was worth sacrificing the camera.
Right, then.
I have no short-term memory, due to too much aspartame, and therefore cannot remember anything about the letters and postcards I sent (incidentally, did not send as many of those as I'd originally planned--they kept us busy like whoa)--so! Who here knows about Molly/has been written to regarding Molly?
I happen to have a picture of Molly, incidentally. I happen to have two. Alone, and with Soujin. And, er. Isn'tshebeautiful? Isn't she so-- gah. *wibbles* She's so wonderful, too. She works with autistic children, and also at the autism research centre near her home (she lives in Denver, Colorado), and it's all volunteer work--and she loves etymology, and her handwriting is beautiful. And in case you can't tell, I happen to be in love with her. *flails* I just--! She looks so breakable, and it's even more evident in person. She's so small and delicate. Her voice is wonderful. And she's Jewish, and a vegetarian, and she ate lunch with me many many days, and we talked about poetry, and she read cummings, and her birthday is-was the fifth so I gave her a card and a gift and spent so long trying to find the right gift (I have her a bracelet with pearls and purple stones) and gahhh. So in love. She went caving, too, but I never got a chance to see her because she went in the group before mine, but secretly I wanted to see her so badly because I wanted to know what she looked as though she felt when she first came out of the cave, and I wanted to see what she looked like covered in mud all over, and I just. And she writes poetry. Beautiful, flawed poetry, because perfect poetry isn't quite as beautiful as flawed poetry. She makes images. She wrote a poem about garlic that reminded me of oil paintings in dark colours and of garlic. There you are. I can't even string words together properly.
*flailflail* Unfortunately, of course, she not interested in me, and I felt so awful and awkward and enormous next to her because she's so tiny and lovely, but--
I think she liked me as a friend? And that was enough, I think. That she liked me.
And I danced with her on the last day.
Er. At any rate. *cringes* There was also my roommate Emma, who was a good roommate! ^___^ I have had bad luck with roommates in the past. But Emma was ever so wonderful, and positively took care of me on a few days, and she was just--oh, dear. She talked with me and taught me to play Poker and Egyptian Thumbscrew, and ate with me at dinner on some days, and hugged me and talked until she'd made me laugh on the one day I was frantically hysteric, and just generally was too wonderful for words. She also showed off all her thrift store purchases to me and made me squee, and on Casino Night she put makeup on my eyes, and it is the very first makeup I have ever worn apart from stage makeup. Here is a picture of Emma. As you can see, she was also very Tall, and I am feeling it there.
Also met lots of other people, like
sirius_meihim and azurai and Lauren and Lindsay, who were twins. Some people could not tell them apart. *proud of self* Except not me. I did not have trouble with them at all. Lauren is on the left, and she won the shirt she is wearing there at Casino Night, when she had one of my scarves as a belt. She decided that it was lucky and enable her to win, and so there was much rejoicing all around at her triumph. Yes. And then she gave me peanut butter cookies as a reward, which was torturous, for verily they were delicious. At any rate, along with these excellent people, met Andrew, the boy who did not like me alas; Benjamin, who evidently did, as he danced with me. twice.; Cassie, who was curious and clever and wrote horror fiction; Paige, who was tall and redheaded and cynical and wrote fantasy entirely at odds with her demeanour; Katheryn, who was from Connecticut and had her birthday on the fourth of July; Lillie, with whom I danced on the last night; Clint, who had a wonderful hat and whom I could not stop thinking of as having the last name Eastwood >_>; Grace, who was rather beautiful; and lots of other people too numerous to name, gah.Classes good. Me traumatised by workshopping. ^_~ Will never write again. Teacher happy, bouncy, completely mad, and astoundingly morbid. Was amazing. Still, v. good classes. Will grudgingly have to admit that I Learnt Things.
Also I bought things. *loses* Have lovely dress jackets now--men's and women's. There was a thrift store fifty feet behind our dormitory, which happened to have a sale where everything in a particular room was twenty-five cents. Bought in addition two dresses, one skirt, a man's dress shirt, and a pair of trousers that fit one of Waen's and my injokes perfectly, so joy. Also purchased a pair of shoes with heels (my first!) and an alpine felt hat with a long green feather, and one silk scarf.
And some quails. Er. Yes. Three pottery quails for Waen, and a teacup with grapes on it for me
Besides all this, I just generally missed you all frantically, and I am happy beyond words to be home again. I love you so much. *clings and doth not let go*
...And now I shall quit this revoltingly long post and go do something constructive, such as eating lunch and
