August 10, 2008
Seattle
Dear Blog,
Remember that four hour nap I took earlier? And those three cups of coffee after six pm? Yeah? I can't sleep. Whatever. Life would be better, though, if I wasn't wearing pajamas. I'm to scrupulous to wander the streets in bedclothes. And I would love to wander.
But actually I might hate it. The streets are loud, reverberating with the yells and cheap laughter from all the cool college kids at all the cool college parties. I've heard a few fireworks set of, which set off a few car alarms, the rhythm of which is about to set me off dancing. Every action is but a link on a chain.
Point of the blog in five words: I hate the University District. Impending graduation has found me suddenly too old a man and too stubborn a fool to tolerate all this intolerable youth. It was fine before, but now it seems valueless, dirty, abrasive, and its vibe is festering in my brain.
So sense my excitement to be leaving. My apartment lease is up at the end of the month. The landlord has been calling, trying to get into my place do some repairs, some spruce up work so he can trick some other poor unfortunates into at least a year of bad living. I'm not returning his calls. I may be personifying my frustration at the high cost of housing in this stink-town, but I hate his guts. He never gave us the rug he promised to cover the stains of dubious origin on the carpet, he never re-installed the hall-closet doors after removing them, he yelled at me for running down the stairs, and fined me $100 dollars just for being seven days late on rent. Jerk.
I'm planning on moving back to Port Orchard for September, and hopefully I'll be off to France in October. Michelle is flying off to Paris in 16 days. So soon! It's hard to think about. I wonder what I'll do with myself.
Maybe I'll sleep.
Blog,
Josh
1 comment:
Joshua my brother!!! I love your writing! I have to tell you something hilarious.... Mom had gotten to your blog first and was very confused by your picture. Before I had seen it she began asking me strange questions like where you had gotten a clown suit and commented on how creative the "shot" was. "Clown suit?" I thought. That just didn't sound like your style so i ran upstairs to check it out. I'm not sure I can accurately describe the loud obnoxious noises that errupted from my mouth as i saw the picture of a shakespearian man with an OBVIOUSLY photoshopped josh head on his shoulders!!! Oh how I love our dear sweet mother...
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