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Jun. 24th, 2008 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageTyping from a tiny bedroom in Massachusetts, surprised by the solidity of the wood floor after my creaky apartment, which may not be older than this house, on stolen wiyahless.
Listening to my mom talk to an old college friend whose number I found... it's weird to hear what my mom thinks of me. And about her college years.
And now she's talking awkwardly to me about how much she liked boys.
Took a 71D to a 28X to a US Airways flight to the Logan Express Braintree. No screaming babies or fat men in my immediate vicinity. Water is beautiful! Not being coastal is weird.
My brother and mom were shopping for a vacuum and skirts and things for my grandma before meeting me at the bus station. I got a towel because my grandma's are dusty and I had assumed there would be one for me here. We ate lunch at TGI Fridays. Came back, my grandma tried to jitterbug with me, I got a stack of mail from my mom, found that the old typewriter is still working and sweeter than I remembered, ate lots of suppah (college-> my mom transition is weird), went to old-people concert at the gazebo outside town hall in the aftermath of a rain shower. Oh the accents! (The singer was saying something about "if you wehh back in my ahhhhms".) Oh the polo shirts and khaki shorts and bottles of nantucket nectah and red sox caps and tiny new england kids running in the wet grass.
Tomorrow we will join my mom's friend Mary and her so many kids! for the afternoon/evening. James, Joe, Chris, Mark, Brianna. Last time we were up, Mark was still pretty silent and Brianna was a baby. They might be closer to being people! And I wonder how gay Chris is now. Hopefully my mom realizes by now that trying to fix me up with James (he'll turn 17 after I turn 19 and is a huge fan of sports) in order to be Mary's sister-in-law is NOT a great plan.
Emailed Drew, not expecting much. Probably will have to go to mass after all, on Saturday.
It's weird that things here are familiar to me. I guess I have visited here enough times and for long enough to build up some sort of acquaintance with the area, but I only ever go up for a week or two at a time. And don't usually see much more than my grandma's place and mary's. But I like it here. Even though my grandma is kind of ridiculous.
Also, new bike! Yay! But I can't ride it until I get back.
Listening to my mom talk to an old college friend whose number I found... it's weird to hear what my mom thinks of me. And about her college years.
And now she's talking awkwardly to me about how much she liked boys.
Took a 71D to a 28X to a US Airways flight to the Logan Express Braintree. No screaming babies or fat men in my immediate vicinity. Water is beautiful! Not being coastal is weird.
My brother and mom were shopping for a vacuum and skirts and things for my grandma before meeting me at the bus station. I got a towel because my grandma's are dusty and I had assumed there would be one for me here. We ate lunch at TGI Fridays. Came back, my grandma tried to jitterbug with me, I got a stack of mail from my mom, found that the old typewriter is still working and sweeter than I remembered, ate lots of suppah (college-> my mom transition is weird), went to old-people concert at the gazebo outside town hall in the aftermath of a rain shower. Oh the accents! (The singer was saying something about "if you wehh back in my ahhhhms".) Oh the polo shirts and khaki shorts and bottles of nantucket nectah and red sox caps and tiny new england kids running in the wet grass.
Tomorrow we will join my mom's friend Mary and her so many kids! for the afternoon/evening. James, Joe, Chris, Mark, Brianna. Last time we were up, Mark was still pretty silent and Brianna was a baby. They might be closer to being people! And I wonder how gay Chris is now. Hopefully my mom realizes by now that trying to fix me up with James (he'll turn 17 after I turn 19 and is a huge fan of sports) in order to be Mary's sister-in-law is NOT a great plan.
Emailed Drew, not expecting much. Probably will have to go to mass after all, on Saturday.
It's weird that things here are familiar to me. I guess I have visited here enough times and for long enough to build up some sort of acquaintance with the area, but I only ever go up for a week or two at a time. And don't usually see much more than my grandma's place and mary's. But I like it here. Even though my grandma is kind of ridiculous.
Also, new bike! Yay! But I can't ride it until I get back.
