The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good

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It's a good day...

Let's get... metaphysical.

I was reminded, this morning, of an anecdote from high school. Clementines.

As I said in top5, December is a time for memory. Last night I had a dream I was hanging out with one of my friends from middle school. His mother had left a business card with his phone number/e-mail on it. I haven't e-mailed him yet (I just replied to one from early October yesterday, so I'm a little behind). But I was thinking about people, and who they were, and who they are now.

I read the news story about fruit flies and clementines and all I could think of was, "It wasn't an orange, it was a clementine!"

I sometimes wish I was better friends with the people I went to high school with. Tamara's partly at fault here, too. I can't wait for my reunion, even though I still haven't completed college whilst many of my classmates are off touring Europe or Asia on million dollar scholarships and attending prestigious business and med schools (I went to a geek school).

Rob Molloy, if you're out there, please don't die of a drug overdose before you're thirty. We need more people who are so deft at dodging thrown clementines but not the punishments doled out when said clementine hits a teacher. Or was it Condal who only dodged? I forget who the assailant was, but I will never forget one word: contusion.

Huh, I put on my dress shoes while I had my deep (not exactly dark blue, more deep) blue jeans and a t-shirt on, to go get some boxes from my mom's car. I really like the look of black leather on my feet.

I wondered tonight for the first time how I would look in cowboy boots. Black patent leather ones. With my blue jeans on, and a t-shirt. With just a scratch of facial hair, and the hair atop my head slightly tousled. Like Johnny Cougar, maybe?

Just goes to show, you can take the boy out of the country, but not the country out of the boy. That and I've had the Bottle Rockets' "Indianapolis" stuck in my head all day. And "Manhattan Countryside."

"I'll puke if that jukebox plays John Cougar one more time."


This made me laugh out loud. Cummingtonite? uNFuNFuNFium? Courtesy mad_scientist.

"Is this hell, or Indianapolis?"

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