don't let the smell stop you

Saturday, April 19, 2003

i feel better.
i took my day off. liz and i went up to 7-11, bought 2 pints of ice cream, and sat down on the side of the road and ate it all. i missed doing that so much, you have no idea. the memories have been flooding back all day. i missed liz, i've missed having my friend. it's so great to have her back, but at the same time, i feel bad about myself. i've changed so much. she's not like me anymore. but we still get along great, we still have fun. it's good.
after the ice cream, we headed over to brandon's. walked to fred meyer and bought a frog for liz's mom's garden. i got a huge bag of dum-dum's, and i've been eating them all day.
brandon's house is amazing. it's a guy's house, completely and totally. his older brothers are gorgeous, and are almost always around. their friends are great, too. it's constant eye-candy for me and liz. anyways. brandon's house is like that one i've always imagined. kids come in and out constantly, no one cares what they do. video games and music and tv are going on constantly. his little brothers are funny, too. we play football in the park, skateboard around out in front of his house. jump on the trampoline. there's a constant supply of pepsi, and you can help yourself to whatever food you can find.
brandon thinks i only come over for his house, but that's not true. he's cool too.
anyway. don't tell the germans, but i'm counting down the hours until they leave. i want my life back - i miss days like today, and i hadn't realized until now how stressful all these group activities have been. i need the small groups, just me and liz and brandon, walking around and playing football and watching tv piled on the couch.
you know what i've noticed, though? no one's ever really listening when you talk about something important to you. whether it's something small and special that someone said to you, or how great someone's house is. they don't actually listen. they just nod and wait for you to change the subject.

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