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random bit: two nights ago as i was driving home and i saw this kid sitting on his bike on the sidewalk. he was looking across the street at a seemingly empty house blowing kisses. one after another in rapid succession, semi-automatic air born kisses.

today, is a sad day. the day my friend perry leaves me for (extra) higher education. the kids in cooperstown don't know how lucky they are. perry came back to us after four years at hopkins (including a year in scotland) and a year in japan. denver got a whole fun-filled year of mr. price. i will miss him a lot. over the past year our friendship has become essential to my survival. though i have an incredible group of friends that i depend on for everything, there are about five people that i talk to on the daily. for the past year i think that there were about 25 days that i didn't talk to or see perry. and now he is driving across the country, accompanied by his dad, ready to explore his passion and nerd out about museums and curation. over the year perry has changed tons and it has been fun to watch the transformation. i guess some of that change might have happened over the last five years when i wasn't with him all the time. but, it was fun to see the realization of his identity, and him being comfortable with himself and his surroundings. did i mention i was going to miss him(sad face).

anyway, enough about that... we are back in the swing of the summer of fun. there are so many birthdays this week, and parties, and we are doing some theater in boulder, it just got hectic again. some of the week i missed...
saturday: I went with some kickballers (stephen went too, so i had back-up) to wyoming. i hadn't been to wyoming since my dad lived there in the early 90's. we had some lunch, brought some toys and got some fireworks, which of course is the only reason you would go to cheyenne in the first place.
sunday: rehearsal to prepare for the boulder fringe fest. we are doing "elevator." which happens to be a really good show. sometimes i forget how good the shows we do are, by the end of a run i am so over it, that the relief overshawdows the accomplishment. "elevator" is an average elevator ride that the audience sees in real time, and then again. but the second time you hear the thoughts of the people on the ride. the actors stand perfectly still for 45 min. that is a long ass time to not move, try it sometime. the writing is really good. (this is where i would put in a section of monologue except i am not at a computer with the script on it so... maybe later.) after rehearsal i went to check out the end of DKBC playoffs. kickball has somehow become a large part of my life and i don't even play. luckily it is entertaining and there are people who make it fun. my purpose and role is to remind people that: it is not only just a game, but the game is kickball, it should be fun, always.
monday: rehearsal, bla bla bla. and then the shake taste test. after an ongoing (and foolish) argument about the similarity of fruitloops and earl gray tea (i say it's the smell.) wendy stepped it up and made some footloop icecream. a reduction of sorts where she spent a good amount of time soaking a straining the cereal, with cream and then using her trusty ice-cream maker to create, you guessed it ice cream. i brought the tea and we made shakes, a fun monday night. incase you are curious... the shakes didn't taste the same, the fruitloops was sweeter, and salty you could taste the cereal part (like wheat or something), but it was still a fun experiment.
side note: also monday night there was a long discussion of blogs, which started to stress me out. i am fine with strangers and long distance friends reading reports of my life but it isn't interesting enough for the people i see all the time to want to read my badly written incites.(confused face)
tuesday: a lot of time spent with a failed attempt to make some silk-screens. but i think i figured it out. more importantly i got to hang out with my "boyfriend", that is so weird, i haven't said it out loud, so it is weirder that it is in writing. I haven't had a "boyfriend" since i was 19. holy shit, i was 19.
wednesday: i went to a potluck/curry off. a challenge between friends to make the best curry and talk about how to make our lives important. it was an event by the newly revamped in-context, a much easier version of the workshops they were doing. chronic made the best curry, however the others we very close runners-up. i am a big chronic fan right now, he is a really great person, and i keep finding out new aspects of him that are impressive: cooking, leg and arm wrestling skills, they just keep coming.
now this entry is just too long. don’t expect this to continue, except now i have this job, at least for a while, where I sit and do nothing, not an exaggeration, i do nothing, so i might be writing all the time.
until next time…

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