11.13.04

some things i'd like to hold onto:

friday karina and i walked into town, real november weather. she had her scarf tucked up over her ears; i wore the hat mom got me for christmas last year that makes my hair look nice. as we were leaving hannaford, eric worthing waved us over from inside the bohemian coffeehouse. second time i've been in there; the first was with rachel right before i left for winter break sophomore year. each time it's been warm and comfortable. we talked on about nothing and decided there will be a manager's party soon.

that night i went to eat at nicole's. she made mom's rosemary chicken; it smelled like home. sarah, nicole, henry, felix, whitney, ranwei, and i. i took my boots off for the asians. everything was anally clean and cozy. we played cards and did dishes and ate things and talked about everyone and sang the magical trevor song until 12.30 in the morning. henry and i walked back to campus having gotten to know each other in the space of a night. he's abrasive; i'd look forward to seeing him again.

i don't spend time with nicole frequently, but it's always some of the best time i have here. rare and special, like laughing with karina on the floor.

tonight, cassidy came to visit. karina met him. old meets new. he was fuzzy and more substantial than the last time i saw him: reassuring. he's living in portland now. it's suddenly imperative that i see him once more before i go to scotland.

i've known him for a long time. i had to go and re-read old entries to see how long. eating doritos in the basement of mom's office building talking about neuromancer.

i was telling some boy in the laundryroom today about how the old, yellow washers were worse than the new ones. somehow, i got old, bowdoin old.

dad found this when he googled me tonight. i remember christy dow. she was one of my first friends in junior high, then she faded out. i once went to a rollerskating birthday party of hers and was completely traumatized by the whole scene. rollerskating was (and remains) beyond me. nate later and the biggest mistake ever. wouldn't you know it.

it is a night of the past.

tomorrow i run a psych experiment for ten hours. how did i get here? i know how i got here. i kept track.

i've got cassidy handwriting on a note on my desk. things are, generally speaking, good.