Monday, January 24, 2005
It all started when I went into the bathroom this morning to take a shower. One of my neighbors (aforementioned) was coming out. Seeing her there (or maybe simply seeing a person where I didn't expect there to be one) startled me real bad, and I exclaimed out loud, "Aah!" She didn't say anything at all and I just started laughing.
In the afternoon, I lay on the couch in the Java Joint for a good hour, just staring at the wall. And then for some reason I decided it was a good idea to roll the bottoms of my trousers and go wandering across the mounds. Anyway, I was amused by the squirrel tracks.
This picture of me with my dear friend Tom arrived in my box.
I don't even remember for sure when we met, or when we became aware of eachother's existence. I think it must have been summer of 1998 (Family Album, middle of my awkward phase). Someone had a crush on someone that year (Nicole?). I remember his widow's peak made so prominent by the haircut he had for the first few years of our friendship -- shaved completely bald every few weeks. Laughing. Laughing so hard we cried. We would talk about me coming to live with him and his family. I remember his mom's salsa -- to this day the very best I've ever had. I remember having a tiny picture of (Anat and me kissing) him hanging in my locker through all four years of highschool. He told me I was beautiful. Months went by without seeing him. I remember hearing about his fights and fallings-out. When I met him again we had both changed. Grown up, maybe. This photo was taken last winter, and according to tradition, he sent me a copy. Better late than never, indeed!
He's the last remaining person on earth who calls me "Rebecca George." I'll probably always be secretly in love with him, even though he is my adoptive brother.
[Cue sappy music]
Yeah, Thomas. I hope you're reading this and I hope you know that I am wishing you all the happiness in the world! My love for you is endless, bro. I hope someday you'll tell me everything. <3
In the afternoon, I lay on the couch in the Java Joint for a good hour, just staring at the wall. And then for some reason I decided it was a good idea to roll the bottoms of my trousers and go wandering across the mounds. Anyway, I was amused by the squirrel tracks.
This picture of me with my dear friend Tom arrived in my box.
I don't even remember for sure when we met, or when we became aware of eachother's existence. I think it must have been summer of 1998 (Family Album, middle of my awkward phase). Someone had a crush on someone that year (Nicole?). I remember his widow's peak made so prominent by the haircut he had for the first few years of our friendship -- shaved completely bald every few weeks. Laughing. Laughing so hard we cried. We would talk about me coming to live with him and his family. I remember his mom's salsa -- to this day the very best I've ever had. I remember having a tiny picture of (Anat and me kissing) him hanging in my locker through all four years of highschool. He told me I was beautiful. Months went by without seeing him. I remember hearing about his fights and fallings-out. When I met him again we had both changed. Grown up, maybe. This photo was taken last winter, and according to tradition, he sent me a copy. Better late than never, indeed!
He's the last remaining person on earth who calls me "Rebecca George." I'll probably always be secretly in love with him, even though he is my adoptive brother.
[Cue sappy music]
Yeah, Thomas. I hope you're reading this and I hope you know that I am wishing you all the happiness in the world! My love for you is endless, bro. I hope someday you'll tell me everything. <3
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