Saturday, September 17, 2005
This is the end
This blog really is bad now.
I will be starting a new one. I think life is at a turing point for me and this is an oportunity for a fresh start.
Also it freaks me out that my highschool principal and everyone at my sister's wedding read this monsterous thing. I 've been writing for the audience which is my reasoning for the poor quality lately.
Ill be sending out the new address shortly. If you dont't get an e mail dont be discouraged e mail me.
The new blog will have swears and nudity.
Looking back we've had some good times.
Bye.
I will be starting a new one. I think life is at a turing point for me and this is an oportunity for a fresh start.
Also it freaks me out that my highschool principal and everyone at my sister's wedding read this monsterous thing. I 've been writing for the audience which is my reasoning for the poor quality lately.
Ill be sending out the new address shortly. If you dont't get an e mail dont be discouraged e mail me.
The new blog will have swears and nudity.
Looking back we've had some good times.
Bye.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
picture
Cest quoi ca?
rachel's wedding
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
This old house
So what's new?
Tonight finds me at home. Funny to say home because I havent really thought of this as home for a long time. Mostly avoided this chaotic place with all my life force. Let me discribe my family home....
Located on a corner it all started about 250 years ago when someone in my family a great great grandfather built this house and the one accross the road as part of the cobb farm. Our house , the little white one was built the house for the help i believe...but later on renovated and my great grandfather lived there. The floor boards in the living roonm are pine and sometimes 3 feet wide.
Some people say that this house is the oldest in westford, we've all picked up as fact, figuring that if we say it enough it will just be accepted as such, that goes along with the story of a horse being buried standing up ....but thats another story, that when my sister tells involves some great treasure...she likes to exagerate.
Well anyways time passes slowly or quickly depending how you look at it and the house shifts hands...serving as a summer place for my grandparents and eventually when we arrived from India a bit like refugees, as our house.
Now when I was a kid this house was pretty much preserved as it had always been. I remember my friends being scared to come over because of the house being so old. The whole thing swayed and moaned at night like an old man with sore bones. I never really got scared , Id always think that the only ghists in the house where my relatives and they wouldn't want to hurt me. I take that back i did get scared sometimes, The one thing that really scared my was going into the basement at night. The basement was relatively unfinished with a concrete floor. It had a huge pile of rocks in it that had at one time im told served as the foundation to a dutch oven, one of these monsterous oven that served as the heat source and kitchen of settler homes. Its also what dates the house as being one of the oldest. The piles of rocks was mysterious , upon some movement during later construction such artifacts as old shoes and keys where found in its rubble. The pile of stones was dusty and mossy and i imagined hands reaching out from it, bodies and ghosts, ..generally creepy things that made me want to scream. You could scootch behind the pile of rocks and this served as the ultimate space for hide and seek if you were brave enough to go there. But back to the basement. The basement had only one light bulb in it and to turn it on you had to run accross the room blindly flalling your arms in search of the string that turned the sole light on. Iwas terrified of what my searching arms would find , maybe id bump into a person or some one would grab me.. And the worst was the anticipation of what the light might illumninate, maybe a room foull of zombies hungerly awaiting their dinner.
I remember once having a dream as a child, where my house was filled with a million clones of my sister, they were all evil and wanted to kill me. I was in the basement searching out the real sister who could only be identified by the scar on her thumb. Ill never forget that dream.
The upstairs of the house was also a bit spooky. The rooms were small and also illuminated by just one light bulb at the center of the room. The wall paper was actually paper. and it had this ancient flowery pattern on it and when you pealed it away, which I loved to do, Ive always had this facination with dismatling things, you would find some even more ancient wall paper under it. ther were at least four different types of wall paper in my little room.
Ther was no bathroom upstairs and the downstairs bathroom was too far so we had this little chamber pot that sat in the corner of the hall next to Rachel's room. We called it the sue sue pot. Im not sure what that means. It was rachel's job to carry it down stairs to the bathroom as she was the oldest and the most responsible and strongest, lest one of us spill sue sue.
The one bathroom in the house was so small that basically all the fixtures were stacked up on ueach other. You could lean your head on the sink while sitting on the toilet. THe wall paper and the flooring matched and where this mbrown flower motif. theer was a tall shelf between the sink and the toilet and on the top shelf there was the stuff mom hid from us like lip stick and perfume. I used to like to take these things and other substances like windex and lotion and create little potions that I would hide behind the toilet in the hopes that some magical chemical reaction would occuer, creating an expklosion or at least an unexpected color change.
The bathroom also served as a bit of a hall way as it separated tmy parents bedroom from the kitchen. So very often someone would come barging through the bathroom while you were on the toilet on rout to the bed room. The door would slam behind them loudly a the door had a spring wire that forced it closed. Any attempt at latching the door and getting " A LTTLE FUCKING PRIVACY PLEASE!" was thwarted by fingers probing from behind the door an undoing the hook and eye closure.
The shower was also a trip. The plumbing system being as old as ethan allen. There was only so much hot water to go around which meant a higherarchy of who took a shower first as well as a system of screaming "who's using the fucking water" to let people know, assertively, that you're in the shower right now...could they please wait till after youre finished to water the garden.
Our water was froma well from accross the road. It was located in the woods a bit up a small hill. It always seemed like a majical spot as it was really wet and marshy and the light broke throught he forest to illuminate the well with ribbons of light. Ther was also a lovely apple tree that bloomed nicely in spring right up there, which seemed to complete the scene. Although it was a majestic spot , a trip up there meant anly bad things, one did not venture up to the well for a friendly visit. it meant only one of two things, one ..we were out of water.( the better of the two). If it had been a dry summer than we would run out of water, so we were always conserving water in the summer. THe second and dreaded reason for a visit was that the water had a funny taste... some poor critter had found its way into our water source and died a terrible death by drowing, like that horror movie..oh what is it called " the Ring" we would have to dredge the sucker out and pour bleach into the water..."wont be drinking tap water for a while", although showers were fine.
Tonight finds me at home. Funny to say home because I havent really thought of this as home for a long time. Mostly avoided this chaotic place with all my life force. Let me discribe my family home....
Located on a corner it all started about 250 years ago when someone in my family a great great grandfather built this house and the one accross the road as part of the cobb farm. Our house , the little white one was built the house for the help i believe...but later on renovated and my great grandfather lived there. The floor boards in the living roonm are pine and sometimes 3 feet wide.
Some people say that this house is the oldest in westford, we've all picked up as fact, figuring that if we say it enough it will just be accepted as such, that goes along with the story of a horse being buried standing up ....but thats another story, that when my sister tells involves some great treasure...she likes to exagerate.
Well anyways time passes slowly or quickly depending how you look at it and the house shifts hands...serving as a summer place for my grandparents and eventually when we arrived from India a bit like refugees, as our house.
Now when I was a kid this house was pretty much preserved as it had always been. I remember my friends being scared to come over because of the house being so old. The whole thing swayed and moaned at night like an old man with sore bones. I never really got scared , Id always think that the only ghists in the house where my relatives and they wouldn't want to hurt me. I take that back i did get scared sometimes, The one thing that really scared my was going into the basement at night. The basement was relatively unfinished with a concrete floor. It had a huge pile of rocks in it that had at one time im told served as the foundation to a dutch oven, one of these monsterous oven that served as the heat source and kitchen of settler homes. Its also what dates the house as being one of the oldest. The piles of rocks was mysterious , upon some movement during later construction such artifacts as old shoes and keys where found in its rubble. The pile of stones was dusty and mossy and i imagined hands reaching out from it, bodies and ghosts, ..generally creepy things that made me want to scream. You could scootch behind the pile of rocks and this served as the ultimate space for hide and seek if you were brave enough to go there. But back to the basement. The basement had only one light bulb in it and to turn it on you had to run accross the room blindly flalling your arms in search of the string that turned the sole light on. Iwas terrified of what my searching arms would find , maybe id bump into a person or some one would grab me.. And the worst was the anticipation of what the light might illumninate, maybe a room foull of zombies hungerly awaiting their dinner.
I remember once having a dream as a child, where my house was filled with a million clones of my sister, they were all evil and wanted to kill me. I was in the basement searching out the real sister who could only be identified by the scar on her thumb. Ill never forget that dream.
The upstairs of the house was also a bit spooky. The rooms were small and also illuminated by just one light bulb at the center of the room. The wall paper was actually paper. and it had this ancient flowery pattern on it and when you pealed it away, which I loved to do, Ive always had this facination with dismatling things, you would find some even more ancient wall paper under it. ther were at least four different types of wall paper in my little room.
Ther was no bathroom upstairs and the downstairs bathroom was too far so we had this little chamber pot that sat in the corner of the hall next to Rachel's room. We called it the sue sue pot. Im not sure what that means. It was rachel's job to carry it down stairs to the bathroom as she was the oldest and the most responsible and strongest, lest one of us spill sue sue.
The one bathroom in the house was so small that basically all the fixtures were stacked up on ueach other. You could lean your head on the sink while sitting on the toilet. THe wall paper and the flooring matched and where this mbrown flower motif. theer was a tall shelf between the sink and the toilet and on the top shelf there was the stuff mom hid from us like lip stick and perfume. I used to like to take these things and other substances like windex and lotion and create little potions that I would hide behind the toilet in the hopes that some magical chemical reaction would occuer, creating an expklosion or at least an unexpected color change.
The bathroom also served as a bit of a hall way as it separated tmy parents bedroom from the kitchen. So very often someone would come barging through the bathroom while you were on the toilet on rout to the bed room. The door would slam behind them loudly a the door had a spring wire that forced it closed. Any attempt at latching the door and getting " A LTTLE FUCKING PRIVACY PLEASE!" was thwarted by fingers probing from behind the door an undoing the hook and eye closure.
The shower was also a trip. The plumbing system being as old as ethan allen. There was only so much hot water to go around which meant a higherarchy of who took a shower first as well as a system of screaming "who's using the fucking water" to let people know, assertively, that you're in the shower right now...could they please wait till after youre finished to water the garden.
Our water was froma well from accross the road. It was located in the woods a bit up a small hill. It always seemed like a majical spot as it was really wet and marshy and the light broke throught he forest to illuminate the well with ribbons of light. Ther was also a lovely apple tree that bloomed nicely in spring right up there, which seemed to complete the scene. Although it was a majestic spot , a trip up there meant anly bad things, one did not venture up to the well for a friendly visit. it meant only one of two things, one ..we were out of water.( the better of the two). If it had been a dry summer than we would run out of water, so we were always conserving water in the summer. THe second and dreaded reason for a visit was that the water had a funny taste... some poor critter had found its way into our water source and died a terrible death by drowing, like that horror movie..oh what is it called " the Ring" we would have to dredge the sucker out and pour bleach into the water..."wont be drinking tap water for a while", although showers were fine.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
work
that night kicked the shit out of me.
Monday, July 11, 2005
all falling
So Ive been really busy, trying my hardest to land on my feet. Dropped off a load of aplications for just about everything.
Through Vermont Home Share I got in touch with some old friends of Warren and Ruth. IU guess my reputation preceeds me, because she was overjoyed with the prospect of me doing a home share. My first thought is yes absolutely, just doing anything related to Warren and Ruth is good, and here are some old friends of thiers.
But there is the down side living with old people does limit you...but I guess I could look at it as not limiting me but keeping me in line. Here I would have just a room and it would be free in exchange for being a super house mate. This is really cheep and would help me to save money to go to school and so I wouldnt have to work like a crazy prson like I so often fall into....Work work work...buy shit to go into my apartment that I never use because I am working all the time....
Not volutary simplicity buy forced. No nothing just room. It is right next to UVM.
But today the situation was crazy she Mrs so and so ..had to go to the emergency room because of her back... The house is a bit chaotic as the ttwo neighbors who seem a bit senile themselves are buzzing around like chickens with thier heads cut off....And her Husband MR. So and so who has losdt his mind is wandering around watching teletubbies....quite a scene.
I know that having me live there would really help them just someone who has it all together....And i want to help.
but then there is this hipster house....350 a month a bunch of hipsters ...living machine....compost pile big sunny room...so tempting.....what to do?
then went to a job with a guy who is a quad. will be doing nights...
Sarah is around and it is so great. She is my favorite person. Hey do you want to go for a run and then go swimming. Yes yes...someone who likes all the same things I do. And is as hard core about them.... she is in better shape than me and pushes me.
Dan came up for the weekend and we hung out like a married couple. Went to sears so he could get tools....made dinner...crashed a college keg party with Zack. Here I am with These two crazy guys. Zack is that kind of sketchy older guy that you find at keg parties hitting on young girls. He has the handle bar mustache and everything. I cant believe I went out with him...He is a really big sweet heart.
Dan has his shit together in a serious way. He's so fun. He does things like talks about a project and then amazingly follows through with it. And he is such a good friend. He pays attention to detail ...will notice things you need and fix them for you. He noticed Vanessa had a bunch of wires in a nest so he bought her a power strip and organized it for her. He is a good guy.
Sarah says..you know Dan and you would be perfect for each other...And I am all Gross!! Hes like my brother!incest! It sucks how these things work.
Speaking of.. I saw Anna Carlson at Uncommon grounds. She is starting at UVM med this fall... Its perfect. she is going to be the best doctor ever. I asked her to go running somethimes.
Trying to surround myself with healthy positive people.
Meant to go to the congregational church this sunday but was hung over with Dan instead. God ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffforgive me. whoa watch out for that sticky key....freaky.
Paul goes to Capoeira on tuesdays ..its 8 bucks. Cant wait... its all coming together.
Through Vermont Home Share I got in touch with some old friends of Warren and Ruth. IU guess my reputation preceeds me, because she was overjoyed with the prospect of me doing a home share. My first thought is yes absolutely, just doing anything related to Warren and Ruth is good, and here are some old friends of thiers.
But there is the down side living with old people does limit you...but I guess I could look at it as not limiting me but keeping me in line. Here I would have just a room and it would be free in exchange for being a super house mate. This is really cheep and would help me to save money to go to school and so I wouldnt have to work like a crazy prson like I so often fall into....Work work work...buy shit to go into my apartment that I never use because I am working all the time....
Not volutary simplicity buy forced. No nothing just room. It is right next to UVM.
But today the situation was crazy she Mrs so and so ..had to go to the emergency room because of her back... The house is a bit chaotic as the ttwo neighbors who seem a bit senile themselves are buzzing around like chickens with thier heads cut off....And her Husband MR. So and so who has losdt his mind is wandering around watching teletubbies....quite a scene.
I know that having me live there would really help them just someone who has it all together....And i want to help.
but then there is this hipster house....350 a month a bunch of hipsters ...living machine....compost pile big sunny room...so tempting.....what to do?
then went to a job with a guy who is a quad. will be doing nights...
Sarah is around and it is so great. She is my favorite person. Hey do you want to go for a run and then go swimming. Yes yes...someone who likes all the same things I do. And is as hard core about them.... she is in better shape than me and pushes me.
Dan came up for the weekend and we hung out like a married couple. Went to sears so he could get tools....made dinner...crashed a college keg party with Zack. Here I am with These two crazy guys. Zack is that kind of sketchy older guy that you find at keg parties hitting on young girls. He has the handle bar mustache and everything. I cant believe I went out with him...He is a really big sweet heart.
Dan has his shit together in a serious way. He's so fun. He does things like talks about a project and then amazingly follows through with it. And he is such a good friend. He pays attention to detail ...will notice things you need and fix them for you. He noticed Vanessa had a bunch of wires in a nest so he bought her a power strip and organized it for her. He is a good guy.
Sarah says..you know Dan and you would be perfect for each other...And I am all Gross!! Hes like my brother!incest! It sucks how these things work.
Speaking of.. I saw Anna Carlson at Uncommon grounds. She is starting at UVM med this fall... Its perfect. she is going to be the best doctor ever. I asked her to go running somethimes.
Trying to surround myself with healthy positive people.
Meant to go to the congregational church this sunday but was hung over with Dan instead. God ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffforgive me. whoa watch out for that sticky key....freaky.
Paul goes to Capoeira on tuesdays ..its 8 bucks. Cant wait... its all coming together.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Ami Je T Monque
Ami AMi Ami..je t monque mon amour. Il faut que tu habite en burlington avec moi. je sera ton mere sucre. je viens de ecouter Indie arie...tu est le shizzle dans mon nizzle.
Count your blessings
I can call rachel anytime and she makes me feel like everything is going to be just okay>>>>oh and I am a superstar.
Sitting accross from her as she pitches business ideas...i am in a trance....what ever you want...you had me at hello.
Noah and kelly ....letting me stay with them....being funny and encouraging.
Jon and Paul berry for giving the best hugs and letting me eat their junk food because I wont let myself order it. For dancing and laughing . I love you
Vanessa cleaning her apartment for me....so I can stay there..having the dopest wardrobe ever and best earings, great music and a DVD collection. Girl you are so cool beautiful hip, I love you. Calling me from PEnn....sweety pie.
Sarah and Maura...For being my oldest best friends in the whole world. For laughing and knowing all my history giving me good advice...for being interesting and tallented...
Dann MC Cabe. ...calling me and saying hey do you need me to get you a car???? a motorcycle...he always takes care of me....fixing stuff all the time that I cant and have no idea how to.
Zack for working on getting me a bike.
How do I have all these great friends???
Moving back has been tough. Setting myself up all over again.....Ahhh On one hand i never want to move again on the other the thought of being in burlington again is depressing.
Sitting accross from her as she pitches business ideas...i am in a trance....what ever you want...you had me at hello.
Noah and kelly ....letting me stay with them....being funny and encouraging.
Jon and Paul berry for giving the best hugs and letting me eat their junk food because I wont let myself order it. For dancing and laughing . I love you
Vanessa cleaning her apartment for me....so I can stay there..having the dopest wardrobe ever and best earings, great music and a DVD collection. Girl you are so cool beautiful hip, I love you. Calling me from PEnn....sweety pie.
Sarah and Maura...For being my oldest best friends in the whole world. For laughing and knowing all my history giving me good advice...for being interesting and tallented...
Dann MC Cabe. ...calling me and saying hey do you need me to get you a car???? a motorcycle...he always takes care of me....fixing stuff all the time that I cant and have no idea how to.
Zack for working on getting me a bike.
How do I have all these great friends???
Moving back has been tough. Setting myself up all over again.....Ahhh On one hand i never want to move again on the other the thought of being in burlington again is depressing.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
