Today has been interesting, a nice day to say the least. I spent the morning at the writing center, then posed for some portrait photography for this senior’s photography thesis or something. It was certainly an interesting experience, having never been asked to model before. I had this distinct feeling of, well, not dejavu per se, but you see I was clutching a fur coat around my neck, my hair somewhat teased, with a relaxed look on my face. I felt like my great grandmother posing in some portrait. I felt old and young at the same time. It helped that the camera a modern version of a very old accordion-looking camera. The kind where you use a blackened sheet to keep out the light.
I hope they come out well.
Then I had a lovely lunch with El. Without delving too much into a romantic image (which is to say this is NOT romantic) she’s the first friend I’ve felt safe around in a while. Z. noted that I have recently begun to be distrustful of all of my close friends, pointing out when they have asked me for rides as if it is some proof that they’re only using me for my resources, for my push-over nature.
Later, as fate would have it, I wound up visiting M. at his new and stole music (amicably, of course) from his impressive 200gb collection.
And now I am laying in wait for Z. to come visit me for the weekend (back to consistency, I like it.) He’s taking a different route, so we’ll see if it’s faster. Instead of the normal 421 to 77 to 81, he’s going through Tennessee.
We’ll get IHOP with El. tonight after her shift. We’ll watch tv-on-dvd and sleep and enjoy how spring is overtaking the campus.
I plucked a pinkish seed pod from a tree as I walked back to Main from my car, tucked it in my thrifted 1939 copy of Anna Karenina that I need to read (it has watercolor illustrations!) I’ve felt in a vintage (19th c.) mood today.
One of the album’s that M. gave me was one I’d already heard a lot at home: Matthew Sweet – Girlfriend. What a brilliant album. There are a few albums and songs that give me vivid memories of home, anything by The Church, The Hollies Greatest Hits, Hanson – This Time Around (little known facts: they’re still around, they’ve done other songs than MMMBop, they are all married, they are all in their twenties, how about that!), The Moody Blues – whatever album Nights in White Satin is on, the Left Banke’s Walk Away Renee.
There is this one album that I put on my iPod, Anisa Angarola’s Irish Air’s & Dances, that my dad would play at EVERY. SINGLE. dinner party we’d have at the house. It’s so weird how the mind works, how memory will pull up a very specific image (my dining room before being redone, egg-shell linoleum floors and a giant 1970’s cylindrical chandelier that rarely ever worked right) and scent (garlicky dinners, Italian bread being toasted in the oven).
Well, M. also gave me a Tullycraft compendium which made the inner twee kid squeal. I saw them at Athens Pop Fest ‘07, heard them first in M.’s car as we drove down to Floyd for no apparent reason but to shoot the breeze, watch the sun set, cut slick down a mountain side where Virginia was tucked neatly and glittering into a valley.
Time has progressed since I began this entry. Z. gets closer and closer to Roanoke, and I find myself unable to clean up the room. I’ll greet him in my pajamas, it’s ok.
Did you know I can type 79 wpm? I learned this morning. Fascinating stuff.
