Tuesday, October 28, 2003

to my lone-star doll;
i wish i could give you some advice, but i feel as though i don't have the authority to do so. why? because i feel as though i have failed. and i hate the fact that i know there are tons of you who think i'm brave and courageous -but i feel the absolute opposite. i gave up and gave in. i am a sell out. i came home.

blondie, just know i'm thinking about ya and that i am praying for ya and my ears are all yours if you need them.
the attractive man, sitting oh-so casually in the black leather chair across the room from where she sat, annoyed her. she could not stop staring at him. guessing by his drink (earl grey tea -steeped for 5 minutes) and outfit (red fitted vintage print tee of thrift store variety and not current trend store reprint + worrn/faded bootcut jeans + black flip flops + yellow tinted sunglasses on the table), amelia knew he was a laid back fellow. the type of boy that walked barefoot in the sand and played guitar with his friends in front of a bonfire under a clear, starry night. she wondered what sort of music was spinning on his laptop trhough the wires of his headphones, into his ears. a nice classic jazz? indie/local? perhaps a lounge/house beat deal. he typed with a nice even rythem...strong hands and trim nails. hmm. if only she had the nerve to talk to him. he was the kind of boy amelia could fall head over heels for. if only. indeed.
breakfast was the lonliest meal of the day. amelia would turn on the radio to creat the impression that others were around (as she did in the evenings with sticoms during dinner); however, the effort was useless.

morning radio shows were impersonal. full of facts and figures and forecasts of traffic and weather. so distant. at the very least, evening sitcoms let her feel as though she were one of the silent members of the group -the friend with not much to say in conversation. which was, to a point, true in reality.

Sunday, October 26, 2003

amelia, being quite the lazy girl she is, decided to write one letter to two of her friends. her reasonings are as follows:
  • laziness

  • save a few trees

  • save pencil lead for future correspondance

  • writing one letter that people must share forces social interaction. this is good for building social skills.

  • the gossip mills run much more quickly than the u.s. postal service -although perhaps the information forwarded is not as reliable

  • postage is expensive (not really, but adds another justification)

  • personal hatred of long, slow postal lines & fear of postal employees