I went to the post office by way of Lincoln
Street, though I took a right (necessarily so) on East Fifth
Street. After mailing an envelope to Miss Molly M. in Pocatello
, Idaho, I decided to use the remaining dollar on my person to purchase some foodstuffs at the corner store. While there's a corner store across the street from my house, on this particular occasion I opted rather to go to the Texaco
station near the post office
(and incidentally my father's workplace). Therein I looked for items that were priced near my budget, and decided on purchasing a bag of Cooler Ranch Doritos
. Though even with the assistance of the "take a penny, give a penny" tray I was two cents short of making the state sales tax
of 5%/$1.00, I was nonetheless able to make my purchase and exit the store via the kindness of the clerk. After this I was at the corner of Main and a street whose name I'm not sure of, and I decided to go up the next street as it was that much closer to my home and traditionally the route I would take when going through the back way (and also the one I would take with my friend Paul while riding home from school). This street is the one that my ex-girlfriend
's mother lives on. While walking down the street, portable compact disc player in hand but not being used (headphone
s around my neck) and wearing the hat I recently purchased, I was waved down by none other than my ex-girlfriend, Natasha W. I saw her and stood where I was, while she came across the road to greet me with a hug and an interrogation
as to whether I had any double-"A" batteries she could procure. I responded in the affirmative, with the dependent clause stating their location at my residence two blocks up and approximately one block over. We then travelled to my home where we picked up two of the mentioned alkaline cells and went back to her mother's place so as to assist in the reason her mother's daughter was there in the first place-- to assist in moving out.
Thus our first union since the first week of January of this year was a short one indeed. We did much talking and discussion of film, literature, and music, per is usual between the two of us, and she mentioned that she'll email me and even start calling me while I'm in Meridian.
Now, incidentally, the last daylog I wrote contained a line saying I wasn't sure how well my relationship with her was going. The next day she dumped me.
Truly it is unfortunate that I've been as of yet unable to meet a girl who shows an interest in me in such a manner as she did those fateful days that we would first meet (neglecting, of course, the first honest time I met her- in the library one day, remarking on her Smashing Pumpkins shirt) and also the same amount of compassion for politics and a similar interest in music, film, and a knowledge of literature. Alas I doubt that I will find another girl even in the forthcoming year of public school (I'm not seeing my relationship with Marci going anywhere, given that she neglected to talk to me those last few days of school) as it seems to me I'm often too forthcoming or perhaps eager for, well, compassion, I suppose. I'm not sure how well a monagymistic soul such as mine will fit in college, nor, indeed, how well I will fit in at college at all. I suspect that a bulk of my time will be spent, like now, on the computer, or in the theatre, likely crying.