vidas secas = totally boring
No ripped Brazilians. The movie was slow and painstaking. The hard part about taking a foreign film class, is when it's boring, you can't shut your eyes because then you can't read the subtitles. What to do. What to do?

And then I ran into Jess Braiker at college. I saw her sometime during my first year at SLCC when when we were playing a show as "Normandy" at the Union at the U. (This during the RockU days, when music was fun but everything else was really going horribly wrong wrong wrong.) So that was pretty much two years ago. She is thin, and very, very chill. Like, she really is a hippie.
I pretended to be a hippie when we were best friends. And I mean, I did a pretty good job what with the recycling, the tie-dye, glasses...so on and so fourth. But she has really carried this thing full-term. She's legit. And I grew up to be a....German. A regular one. Becoming more and more conservative, probably. But she kept saying, 4 years ago this, and 4 years ago that. And it's really been 4 years? I am starting to feel old. Dang it. I still feel 16 almost everyday.
To be continued.

I just finished a little hot tub therapy with "expired" Naked Orange-Mango Juice from the Bucks and I am in repose. Til 5am.

Gute Nacht.

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We never use to say the F-word in high school. At least, not much anyway, and usually not out loud. Maybe I'm kidding myself. I can imagine that maybe we did during senior year, when we were really grouchy. But certainly not by the end of my senior year, where I was taking my education into my own hands, going to CNA class, and living an army sort of lifestyle where I was waking up early each morning, drinking coffee, getting headaches, and learning about how to take care of people.

Braiker said the F-word once, in highschool, that I can remember. When we were wheeling yearbooks down the hall, and the exceedingly heavy cart rolled over her foot. She wore flip flops all year long.
"You can say it if you want, Jess."
"FUCK!" She said, and I blushed a little bit, even though I told her to say it. Somehow, I thought it was going to come out as "shit".
"Good job, Jess."

I don't know what my point is, right now. I still don't swear very much, and never at home or work, which limits my sin, to some extent. I'm just trying to remember if there ever really was a more innocent time for us. I guess.

I saw Nick today at the bank. He's buying a motorcycle.
He explained to Sara that he had one three years ago, and I closed my eyes. Has it really been three years since I've talked to him? Since we were all friends in Chemistry class. Since he stole the car and drove to St. George and lived on a couch for three months, at the age of 16.
Since Justin Wilson didn't know what hydrogen was. Since Jess Braiker became my subconscious and Brandon didn't know where he was when we were walking down the hall together.
Since pink hair, since Trevor barking orders at me, since after-school-time at Brian's museum. Since "Mrs.-how-many-of-you-get-this!?". Since Alison and our nightmares, and our good dreams.

It doesn't seem like that long ago that everyday was an adventure.
Maybe it's the rising temperatures.