08 January 2002 ~ "On the third day, it rose again..."

Coming to you live from the Housing Community Center of Evergreen State College: Ms. Helena Thomas... (who REALLY wishes she had her computer in her room al-fucken-ready...!)

So... Here I am... The sun is quasi-rising out the windows at my right; it's STILL raining, of course, but the sun keeps posing intermittantly... "On the third day, it rose again..."

[Come on Helena... Can't say you weren't warned about the rain...]

Indeed, I was warned about the rain. Everybody knows Washington is rainy... But you know, I've had a short lifetime to get used to shitty weather and weird precipitation, so I can HARDLY complain... Besides, it makes the trees smell GLORIOUS. Seriously, I can't even tell you how GOOD it smells here... Like those two-week vacations to Camp Amahami every summer, only more alive, and with better food in the cafeteria...

WHY the fuck didn't any of you people TELL me about Evergreen like, say, THREE YEARS AGO? Why did you all have me wait this long?

It's like a little bit of heaven here. Here I am, surrounded by all manners of geeks, freaks, hippies, retro-rennaissance kids, and those sweetly subdued protester kids who wear YALE sweatshirts because it's funny. This is where people go when they get exiled for having freaky hair. This is wear kids go when they discover they enjoy weed, but their parents don't. This is the place I should have been in ages ago -- a place where people honest to gahd don't push you around, don't glare at you for what you're wearing or for being whatever age you are, or for READING (gahd-forbid!) in public! Somehow, it's okay here to be WHATEVER the fuck you want to be. Which is good, because I am a lot of things, and a lot of people don't like a lot of those things...

A healing place; a place to BREATHE.

A place where I can wear a pentacle around my neck and not get beat-up, or questioned.

A place where everything glistens in the occasional sunlight, where the rain kisses you and the night air sweetly seduces you and fucks your brains out, and you scream, "Fuck everything; I'm happy!"

I spent much of last night on the phone with a new friend... And how gleeful I was! My friend, who lives in Seattle, has an answering machine message featuring the voice of Agent Dale B. Cooper, of Twin Peaks... I don't think I could have been more excited if David Lynch himself had poked me in the back and asked for directions to the nearest coffeehouse. And so, finally speaking to my friend an hour or so later, was no disappointment. I haven't worn such a big stupid grin since Neil showed up at my doorstep asking if I still had my Book... Ohhh, the bliss of meeting somebody new and having this complete belief that everything is right with the world...

I'm going to get going now -- got to find something to eat before my first class here today,

~Helena*