bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- jonathan boggs here's some stuff from my thanksgiving break thus far: I made it to my parent's house on monday in record beth b. time. 2.5 hours. That's gettin' outta DC, flying through Maryland, skimming across Delaware, whizzing past Philly (but waving at William Penn, i mean, come on people....that goes without saying)careening up I-95, pulling into my parent's driveway, putting some bread in the toaster as to make a toasty PB&J sammich, looking at the clock and going 'holy fuck! i drove fast!' which i did, and i don't advocate you doing. But when i say that the only times i went below 59 were for toll plazas and, bless his heart, when i got stuck behind someone learning 'how to drive the big rigs', know that i am not exageratting. The world is a small small weird wonderful little place. Seeing rennie and her boyfriend on sunday was rad. walking around capitol hill, watching the sunset on the capitol building is really a breath taking thing. eating Pad Thai for the upteenth time and never getting bored of it is great. walking down st. marks place in NYC, admiring someone's coat and hearing 'beth? elizabeth baldwin?' is weird. I went to NYC for a few days and completed *none* of my missions (see previous entry). while lea was in class i wandered around the village, trying to locate 'wowsville'(a record store) after i had, and then spent three bucks on those little japanese photo sticker things, i'm walking down st. marks, admiring the aformentioned coat, and hear someone call my name. i spin around, and there is jonathan fucking boggs. and he recognized me. he's living in brooklyn. it's all very very weird, because when i was a freshman in college, i had massive huge huge massive crushes on him, while he slept with many (uh.....i think at least 3) of my friends. one of which was rennie who was in my apartment back in DC. he gave me his card. maybe i'll write him. it's all just weird timing.i love how small worlds are. i hate the new york subway station. and i'd forgotten how rude the people are there. nice place to visit, but i can't live there. not without some kinda support structure like school or family. i took the plunge into DC without having *any* idea what i was getting myself into but i don't regret that one iota. it's also amazing how downright bucholic DC seems compared to NYC. Jersey City (motto:" New York sneezed and here we are!") was kinda cool 'tho. um, i gotta go. stuff. you understand xoxo beth b. 20:40:16 - 2000-11-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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