Today was perhaps one of the strangest days of all this summer. Which is hard to say because this summer was very strange. In a good way.

Alright so after falling asleep at 4:30 in the morning, I woke up at about, 11 am. I hate doing that kind of thing because your "tommorow" is cut in half timewise. Frustrating.

Alright so to Juanita's. Because I live there. And home and forgot to mail my guinness book of world records mail, hopefully I'll do that tommorow. I don't want to break the chain. Hahaha.

Then called Shaina and sort of talked. It's weird talking to neighborhood kids because all of my actual friends were at their first day of school at LJCDS today. I feel weird.

Then to band practice with Adolf, Bryan, and John. Kindof weird kindof cool because Adolf brought the monkey distortion pedal. It was pretty sweet. We never get anything done at practice. Hahaha.

Then I skated to Amanda and Serena's house and met up with Shaina at the second barricade on the way. Ate some going down a huge hill but it was fun. I wish you could do tricks on longboard.

Anyway so then just hanging out in their house. They just moved in so everything is all discombobulated. And I skated home after about an hour.

My next door neighbor is kindof my weird friend, and there was kindof this weirdness when I skated by and he skated the other way. I just kinda smiled and he blushed and yeah.

I got the mail. Spin came. I was surprised. My magazines never come on time. This issue was lame. Whatever. Death cab.

Alright.

So then guitar at Moonlight - which was weirdish. I was increasingly late. I hate being late. Did a lot of talking. Justin is like my secret therapist haha I tell him a lot of stuff.

Then since it was 30 instead of 60 today and I had no ride and no skateboard and didn't feel like walking home I sat in front of the La Paloma on the like 75 year old bench and watched cars.

And called Claire, but she wasn't there, so weirdly enough I ended up talking to her mom for like, 5 minutes or so. Claire has the coolest mom ever. She's a hippie. She's great.

Anyway so then later some old guys on motorcycles come by, and they're all like "I grew up in this town, and I'm back here again. It's been 40 years." And I'm like "Ok." And so I talked to them for a while and then when my ride finally came, it was just like in Garden State. They were like, "Good luck." And I was like, "You too. Take it easy."

So then home and by this time its late. So I call Wynne and ask about her first day of school.

It's so weird talking about a life you could have continued but didn't. I kindof miss it.

She talked about how the whole school looks different, and who changed over the summer, and her classes, and how she had juice and it was weird without me, and how she had a cheesebagel (our school has infamously great cheese bagels. you cannot replicate them. i've tried.)

Then we talked about my day, and my weird mood all day. And how she wants to go to boarding school with me.

I just had this weird feeling of like, empty-ish-ness. I miss Country Day. It's hard to think of the school without me. Or without half of my grade that left for that matter. I don't like it much.

Just like how I don't like going to St. Croix anymore. It might be a beautiful island in the carribean but I can't go anymore because my grandmother died and it was her island, her place.

And its blank now.

It's a weird concept.

I miss last year. I think everyone does.

I shouldn't. I usualy don't get sentimental about much.

But still.

It's ok to be not ok every once in a while.

A weird day, and weird thoughts.

That's all really.

Except -

Good luck with the infinite abyss.