A short entry today because I'm working my way up to a couple of bigger, more important ones, and I need some time to think...
First, KRISTIE gets a big, big, big hug from Wet Cleanup today, for being generally awesome.
Second, the linkage page is updated; I STRONGLY encourage bored web-surfers to poke around at the other journals and stuff; now that I've purified the linkage page, it's full of nothing but superstars.... I recently discovered that Nathan has a web-journal, which is lovely. In addition, Jake's website is up -- not that there's much on it, but it IS better than nothing... and there's a cute picture of him on there... *grin*
Somebody left a message in my guestbook today that made me chuckle out loud in moderate-to-intense surprise. This girl I met one weekend about a billion years ago, via a mutual friend, somehow found her way to this website and strongly implied that I probably wouldn't remember her... On the contrary, I remember EVERYTHING about that girl... I think of that girl every time I hear a P.J. Harvey song. I think of that girl every time I play a game of pool. (More specifically, I think of that girl, and I, doing "pole dances" with pool cues every time I play a game of pool...) I think of that girl every time I see a really beautiful girl. I had the biggest crush on that girl. Which is weird, because usually I'm straight. I kinda figured, after deciding that I had a crush on this chica, that I was mistaken somehow: either I was not straight, or I did not have a crush on this girl. But, it's been three and a half years since I've seen that girl, and I STILL think I'm mostly straight -- and I still think I had a crush on that girl.
She didn't think I'd remember her. That's pretty funny. Actually, I guess the fact that I DO remember her is pretty amazing... When we first met, I'd just broken the top off a stubborn bottle of Bully Hill Goat wine, because I couldn't get the cork out. I remember the first time I saw that girl, I was picking a piece of glass out of my lip; I was being a moron and trying to drink out of the broken bottle. For the rest of the weekend, my friends at Elmira College kept me well-fucked-up. Ah, but I remember Julie... She thought Trent Reznor was sexy. And she had blue eyes. She had invented the P.J. Harvey Dance, a cheesy little dance that can be done, without looking stupid, to any P.J. Harvey song. She was a much better "pole dancer" than I was, also. I also remember that we met during a hurricane -- about the only one to have ever reached upstate New York with massive quantities of rain and flash-flooding... I remember smoking cigarettes with Julie in the rain.
Funny, sometimes people have this mistaken impression that they haven't LEFT an impression.
I gotta jet for now...
~Helena*