Only five more days now...
I don't wanna go I don't wanna go I don't wanna go...
I mean, thanks mom for trying to make me feel better about coming back, reminding me of apple pie and rose, but I don't wanna go...
Oh well. I think it's just that I hate how everything is ending. Thursday night I stayed up until five in the morning to finish my final paper. James stayed up until eight to finish his, and slept only for two hours. Friday I stressed out moving out, going to James' commencement ceremony in between (Umberto Eco was there, but the favorite speaker seemed to be Cookie Monster), checking out finally at 9:30 pm, half an hour before the deadline, only to find James missing. He didn't answer his door (even if I'd phoned him and told him I'd be there in 10 minutes), didn't answer his phone, nobody had seen him...As he'd had a big fight with his parents before, I was afraid he'd gone out somewhere, wandering around. When I came back from checking if he was maybe in my apartment and being confronted with a closed door and the realisation that I really couldn't live there any more, I rang his doorbell many times out of frustration, and this managed to drag him out of the coma he'd apparently fallen in.
Saturday morning we had to get up early: graduation! It is unbelievable how many history graduates there are at UCLA; according to the speaker, it is the biggest history department in the country and possibly in the whole world. James doesn't really finish college until the end of summer quarter, but he got to walk this saturday. The names of hundreds and hundreds of graduates were called, and finally..."James Kennedy"; and he got his 5 seconds on the stage. Oh well. He looked cute in his outfit, and I am glad I could be there.
The Graduate & Me
After graduation James parents took us to lunch, and after a little bit of shopping in Santa Monica we went back to James' apartment, where a huge task awaited us: packing. So much stuff... The short version is James stayed up until 6 packing (I felt sick around 2 am from finishing off all the frozen foods, and went to bed), screwed up his lower back in the process (packing all books in one box is not very wise), and we still weren't done.
I'll make a long, long, interminable story short again: we spent all day packing and moving. James couldn't move into his sublet until tuesday, but he could already put his stuff there, and James was able to check out about ten minutes to the 10 pm deadline.
The problem was, Tidey, Bridie, Jordy, Max and Martin were leaving on their roadtrip somewhere that Sunday night, and I really wanted to say goodbye. Another problem was that during lunch at South Street on Sunday, I'd left behind my phone, and some $(&^(@#* asshole took it (my only consolation is that I had only 80 cents of phone credit left). This meant the only phone numbers we had were Jordy's and Max's, and neither was answering their phone.
We didn't really want to risk taking one of the last busses to go to Bridie's if there was a chance of them already being gone, and we were homeless after check-out, so we decided we wouldn't go, and see Batman Begins instead. Guess what happened during previews? Jordy called, and we decided to walk out and go to Bridie's anyway. We even managed to get a refund, and to catch the last bus to Bridie's...The first of the two busses you have to take, anyway. The second? Unfortunately, we had to take a taxi, but it was worth it: we got to spend about half an hour to say goodbye, and I'm very able I was able to. From Bridie's, we took another cab to James' parents' hotel, where they had kindly reserved a room for us, and collapsed.
We didn't do much on Monday, which was probably good: James really needed to relax, and I could use for rest too. I tried an ice-cream float, which, to my great surprise, actually tasted good (it's a scoop of vanilla ice-cream in soda, in my case in coke). In the evening, some of James' friends came down from Palm Springs, and we had a good time with them, first at dinner, then in the hooka bar in Westwood.
Yesterday we checked out of the hotel, went to James' new apartment, and walked to the UCLA store to sell back my books. With the money, I bought a New York City guide. My parents already gave me a thin, handy one for my birthday when they were here, but this one's more meaty, for reading in at night in preparation for the next day. We drove a bit up the coast, had seafood for dinner, and unfortunately had a bad surprise when we came back to the apartment: there had been a "miscommunication", and this meant Jams would not have a bed when he would come back from New York. All this, of course, didn't really contribute to relaxation
We watched a movie in the hotel with James' parents, and headed back to the apartment. We had to move some boxes, and unfortunately James hurt his back again, worse this time, and the pain persisted until the next day. He's ok now, thanks to painkillers mostly, but I hope he'll be ok tomorrow when we have to wake up at 4 to catch our respective planes. He flies at 8, I fly at 9, and tomorrow afternoon? We'll be in New York! We'll be staying at James' uncle's place, in the Bronx just across from Manhattan.
I'll post my adventures soon!
I mean, thanks mom for trying to make me feel better about coming back, reminding me of apple pie and rose, but I don't wanna go...
Oh well. I think it's just that I hate how everything is ending. Thursday night I stayed up until five in the morning to finish my final paper. James stayed up until eight to finish his, and slept only for two hours. Friday I stressed out moving out, going to James' commencement ceremony in between (Umberto Eco was there, but the favorite speaker seemed to be Cookie Monster), checking out finally at 9:30 pm, half an hour before the deadline, only to find James missing. He didn't answer his door (even if I'd phoned him and told him I'd be there in 10 minutes), didn't answer his phone, nobody had seen him...As he'd had a big fight with his parents before, I was afraid he'd gone out somewhere, wandering around. When I came back from checking if he was maybe in my apartment and being confronted with a closed door and the realisation that I really couldn't live there any more, I rang his doorbell many times out of frustration, and this managed to drag him out of the coma he'd apparently fallen in.
Saturday morning we had to get up early: graduation! It is unbelievable how many history graduates there are at UCLA; according to the speaker, it is the biggest history department in the country and possibly in the whole world. James doesn't really finish college until the end of summer quarter, but he got to walk this saturday. The names of hundreds and hundreds of graduates were called, and finally..."James Kennedy"; and he got his 5 seconds on the stage. Oh well. He looked cute in his outfit, and I am glad I could be there.
The Graduate & Me
After graduation James parents took us to lunch, and after a little bit of shopping in Santa Monica we went back to James' apartment, where a huge task awaited us: packing. So much stuff... The short version is James stayed up until 6 packing (I felt sick around 2 am from finishing off all the frozen foods, and went to bed), screwed up his lower back in the process (packing all books in one box is not very wise), and we still weren't done.
I'll make a long, long, interminable story short again: we spent all day packing and moving. James couldn't move into his sublet until tuesday, but he could already put his stuff there, and James was able to check out about ten minutes to the 10 pm deadline.
The problem was, Tidey, Bridie, Jordy, Max and Martin were leaving on their roadtrip somewhere that Sunday night, and I really wanted to say goodbye. Another problem was that during lunch at South Street on Sunday, I'd left behind my phone, and some $(&^(@#* asshole took it (my only consolation is that I had only 80 cents of phone credit left). This meant the only phone numbers we had were Jordy's and Max's, and neither was answering their phone.
We didn't really want to risk taking one of the last busses to go to Bridie's if there was a chance of them already being gone, and we were homeless after check-out, so we decided we wouldn't go, and see Batman Begins instead. Guess what happened during previews? Jordy called, and we decided to walk out and go to Bridie's anyway. We even managed to get a refund, and to catch the last bus to Bridie's...The first of the two busses you have to take, anyway. The second? Unfortunately, we had to take a taxi, but it was worth it: we got to spend about half an hour to say goodbye, and I'm very able I was able to. From Bridie's, we took another cab to James' parents' hotel, where they had kindly reserved a room for us, and collapsed.
We didn't do much on Monday, which was probably good: James really needed to relax, and I could use for rest too. I tried an ice-cream float, which, to my great surprise, actually tasted good (it's a scoop of vanilla ice-cream in soda, in my case in coke). In the evening, some of James' friends came down from Palm Springs, and we had a good time with them, first at dinner, then in the hooka bar in Westwood.
Yesterday we checked out of the hotel, went to James' new apartment, and walked to the UCLA store to sell back my books. With the money, I bought a New York City guide. My parents already gave me a thin, handy one for my birthday when they were here, but this one's more meaty, for reading in at night in preparation for the next day. We drove a bit up the coast, had seafood for dinner, and unfortunately had a bad surprise when we came back to the apartment: there had been a "miscommunication", and this meant Jams would not have a bed when he would come back from New York. All this, of course, didn't really contribute to relaxation
We watched a movie in the hotel with James' parents, and headed back to the apartment. We had to move some boxes, and unfortunately James hurt his back again, worse this time, and the pain persisted until the next day. He's ok now, thanks to painkillers mostly, but I hope he'll be ok tomorrow when we have to wake up at 4 to catch our respective planes. He flies at 8, I fly at 9, and tomorrow afternoon? We'll be in New York! We'll be staying at James' uncle's place, in the Bronx just across from Manhattan.
I'll post my adventures soon!
posted by Hedwig @ 3:45 PM
1 Comments:
At 4:29 AM,
Anonymous said…
oef, volgens mij kun je in NY alleen nog maar slapen.
sterkte en veel plezier.
Jaap
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