Filed under: Barrels of Fun, Music, My Experience with Existence, School | Tags: Bright Eyes, Cherry Alley Café, from my window to yours, Lewisburg, Lewisburg Arts Festival, zine
I have finally completed my senior project. And I’m so proud. So, so proud. Now this week, I have to distribute it around. Since our printer is a piece of shit, I wasted lots of paper trying to print the cover, which takes up a looot of ink. So I used up the better part of a cartridge yesterday.
If you live near me and you want a copy, I’d advise visiting some places downtown next week–Cherry Alley, maybe Zelda’s, perhaps Page After Page. That’s where I plan to put them. They’re completely free, by the by.
If you don’t live near me and you want a copy, I’ll be putting them in a PDF file online sometime soon, so you can save paper by reading it online, print a copy for yourself, print copies for your friends, et cetera. Distribute. I don’t care, as long as you don’t plagiarize. I would be very, very angry if you plagiarized.
By the by, I have named it “From My Window To Yours.” I bet you can guess where it’s from.
The best part is that I plan on continuing this. Creating more volumes. Making it better.
Anyway. Yesterday was also the Arts Festival. Sara said that she was upset about missing it this year. This got me excited about going, because it must be good if Sara says it is.
It was the best day of my life.
So for starters, Market Street was blocked off so that tents could be set up in the street. I got there at one, which was my volunteer time, but I regret not getting there earlier. It took me ten minutes to find the Art for Africa booth, but they didn’t need me to volunteer, anyway.
This allowed me to walk around. I found Jess at the Campus and I found Kate coming out of Cherry Alley. I found Phelan and Coleton later.
I felt bad for Phelan and Coleton because I had promised the day to Phelan first. Or at least, I had offered to see him. I guess that’s not offering the day to him, but he lives in Palmyra and I rarely see him. And after that, I had offered the day to Katie, but I only ran into her a few times, which I feel awful about. I also made sort-of plans with Ali, but they did not happen. I spent most of the time with Kate and Jess, which often excluded Phelan and Coleton. But we had a good time.
I met people I normally lurk; thus, I do not have to lurk anymore. For example, Angela, whose MySpace I constantly encounter. I noted that while she is pretty in her photographs, the images don’t do her justice. By that, I mean that she is gorgeous in person, far more so than any photograph could portray. And actually, somehow, she reminded me a lot of Erika. It might have been her fairly long, painted nails or her style, but I think it was mainly her thin hands, wrapped securely around a phone, and her small feet, covered in flats. Weird things to notice. Truth be told, Erika’s facial expressions cannot be matched. But I did find the girls similar. Thus, I found a strange comfort and familiarity in Angela that probably made me seem very forward.
My favourite part of the day was not the pierogies. It was not socializing. It was not making eyes at my favourite Cherry Alley employee (more like looking at, haha). It was the weather. Fucking gorgeous! Shorts-outside material. No jacket. Sunny, hot, and amazing. No cloud cover. It was the kind of day that just made me happy. Thus, all that additional art made me overjoyed. It was too good. And I wasn’t wasting it, either. I felt like hugging everyone. I felt like I was at the top of my game. And for the few hours that I was there, I felt like hugging absolutely everyone.
Afterwards, I went running with my iPod and my handy dandy Running Mix. And I felt glorious.
The rest of the night was wasted on printing my senior project, but at 1 am, I got a text from Brent to get online. I was half-asleep, so I got on and we had a good conversation. After that, I had a hard time going to sleep again.
And then this morning, I went running farther than I went yesterday. I also lifted weights. So I feel awesome.
But this is all in preparation for the tedious journey of searching for a prom dress.
On the plus side (still), I am able to listen to Bright Eyes avidly again. “Lua” is climbing its way back into my heart.
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