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Sat, 15 Apr 2006 21:25:41 GMT

Most of these pictures are from the piercing night.

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Sat, 15 Apr 2006 21:10:18 GMT

Right now I'm sitting in Coffee Time, using a laptop to do my Autobiography homework. Ostensibly, I haven't written a word. I'm way too satisfied with my life right now to be doing homework on a Thursday evening, the beginning of what promises to be a productive three day weekend.

California was great. Awesome. Fantastic. I arrived there on Sunday, sick as a dog, too sick to think of a better simile, that's for sure, and waited on the curb outside the Bob Hope airport, dressed in jeans, a white button-down shirt, a corduroy blazer and aviator sunglasses, looking for a red Honda Civic that Alissa had described as their "dyke-mobile". After ten, fifteen minutes, it showed up, and I cautiously raised my arm in salute. They pulled up and a buxom, blue-eyed woman leapt out of the car as I opened the back door.

"Hi! I'm Leslie!" she said.

"Hi!" I replied, shoving my suitcase in the back. "Should I...?"

"Oh, just put it there," said Alissa, smiling.

I more or less collapsed next to my suitcase, while Leslie popped back into the front seat. They both turned around and smiled at me. We drove to their apartment, and on the way we chatted about the flight, their lives, etc. as we all shyly inspected each other with the various mirrors in the car. Alissa, I noticed, had long fingers that manoevered the steering wheel and the stick with this lovely expertise.
Watching the palm trees pass by, I sighed inwardly and knew everything would be all right, at least.

And it was! Fuck. I haven't had a real vacation like that in YEARS. We spent the ensuing two weeks (I elongated my stay by a week at their insistence) going to thrift stores, having little dorky dance parties in their living room, drinking (in moderation), reading V.C. Andrews, watching the Saturday morning cartoons, making good food, eating good food, taking our own pictures, developing them, printing them, visiting friends and family, going to pet stores...

And we got on splendidly. I was supposed to leave Monday, but I called my mom and had her change the flight (an easy thing to do) to Wednesday. Wednesday my plane broke down in the airport and I missed my connecting flight, so, to Alissa and Leslie's delight, I was rescheduled on a flight that was due to leave that Sunday. Thus was my stay lengthened.

So! Leslie is 22, Alissa is turning 21 this Sunday. Leslie is (now) black-haired, blue-eyed, Canadian, a bit reticent in her extroverted way, so beautiful, fluent in French and she plays the guitar very well. Alissa is a dear, with nice honey eyes, nice brown hair, very self-righteous (but in a nice way, with regards to the way the world treats her friends) and wants to become a writer.

The first day I was there, we went to the Salvation Army for I don't know what reason. My head was pounding, my throat was dry, etc. We perused the various disorderly shelves for nothing, and Alissa found these ceramic bowls that she loved, and, summoning Leslie with an endearing, "Honey? Come look at these!" Leslie and Alissa cooed over the bowls and then bought them. As we were waiting in the check out line, and Leslie wrapped her arms around Alissa's waist and pecked her on the lips. This surprised me, pleasantly, of course. At first I would notice every time they touched, but after a while I got used to their frequent demonstrations of affection, and it seemed as natural as breathing.

We got drunk one night off of spicy bloody marys and subtle tequila sunrises and really cheap bad wine and we did a photo shoot and I wrote this really shitty, pretentious thing the next morning because I was taken away by it.

SO. I also got my lip pierced. That evening we got tipsy and all made out with one another. It was lovely. They also helped me realize that Julia is either straight or not willing to admit she's gay, both scenarios demonstrating the hopelessness of my situation, and I am slowly convalescing over my insane crush on her. She's been calling me at least twice a day, and I've been making excuses so we'll only talk once a week. Besides, it's her last month in NYC, and it's not healthy to spend 3+ hours speaking to the same person every day. Which was what we were doing before.

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Sun, 05 Mar 2006 06:22:39 GMT

Well, science fair's over, thank god. I got an honorable mention, not surprising seeing as there were four people in my category and there were four awards given out, the first three being 1st, 2nd and 3rd. Still, not bad, considering that I put my board together in 20 minutes.

After the awards ceremony, which lasted about a year, Sherry and I lugged our boards up to her room (she lives in the dorms) where I called Juliette. Waiting for Juliette to pick me up, I leafed through one of Sherry's Taiwanese magazines and saw an ad for Brokeback Mountain. I squealed, rather stupidly, as I always do when I see anything to do with Brokeback Mountain, and showed it to Sherry. We had a little conversation about gay people, about the banning of Brokeback Mountain in China and other things. I think that if I had to tell one of my dormie/international friends that I was gay, it would be her. As she scrubbed her plastic dishes with pink rubber gloved hands, she said: "Like, there ah sooo many gay people in Taipei...like you see two girls and you can tell which one is boy, you know? Kind of weird! Hahaha!" I wouldn't categorize her as someone who's *really* open, but she seems to be able to think for herself.

Juliette picked me up and we drove to Hollywood video to begin the long process of choosing a movie. I wanted to rent D.E.B.S. but Juliette vetoed it because she found the cover off-putting. My explanation of the plot did little to convince her: "But! It's about lesbians!"

"Amelia. I am not seeing a movie just because there are lesbians in it."

"I swear to god it's a good movie! I promise!"

We ended up settling for RENT, possibly the best worst musical ever made. Juliette wanted to see it, and I graciously aquiesced, despite my slight hatred for it. We bought our usual cookie dough at Albertson's then plunked down on her bed to watch people die of AIDS while singing. Twenty minutes in even Juliette's patience/tolerance was running low and we stopped it and I showed her the D.E.B.S. trailer online and she was thrown into an abyss of regret. She wanted to drive to Hollywood to rent it, but, alas, Hollywood was closed.

The next morning, I took the bus to OES (Oregon Episcopal School), where I met up with Sherry and we went downtown with her sister, Hedy, and her friend, Tina, to have dimsum. It was good. Hedy and Tina decided to go back early, and Sherry and I wandered around the mall just talking about random things. We spent about three quarters of an hour in the Sweet Factory, where Sherry squatted over a jelly bean jar, picking out all the strawberry daquiri flavored beans and putting them into a plastic bag. She makes me laugh so much for some reason. We bussed back to OES, where we started watching this really bizarre movie entitled "The God of Cookery". I was so tired that I fell asleep on her floor. She woke me up, and I went to the cafeteria where I had dinner with Nadine and Yen, two people who never cease to amuse me. Nadine, Yen and Yen's sister, Dora spent a night at my house in December, before they returned to Rwanda for Christmas vacation. I had taken Yen and Nadine gay-clubbing the night previous, and they were telling Dora about it. All four of us sat at my dining room table while they told Dora how much fun it was. I listened, laughing hard as they slipped from English to Kinyarwandan, interrupting each other and eating each others' words, their slow, lazy tongues moving fast, the lilting tones of their words ("Girl, I called England, I called Rwanda...you know that song 'Pimpin' All Over the World'? Girl, I was *worrying* all over the world!"). It was just so jovial that even when Dora said, "Man, it's Adam and EVE, not Adam and STEVE!" I had to laugh. She was so...harmlessly homophobic, I just couldn't be offended because she didn't know anything. You can't really blame someone for thinking those things when it's culturally inherited. At that age, I mean. There is a point where you have to pick up the ball for yourself, but before that point, before you actually meet a gay person, I don't think that you (or, if I were being proper, I would be using "one" as the pronoun) can be blamed.

Wow. Woot woot for digressions, I say! Brianna and Dan invited me to a movie tonight. But I decided to stay home, I don't feel like taking the bus downtown.

Jeremy just signed on! He's back in town for spring break. He's probably one of my best friends, even though I've only spent probably a collective week with him since we met almost three years ago. I tried to persuade myself to like him and we went on a couple of dates and then he called me a lot and before going to China I felt obliged to tell him that I didn't like him. I sent an email. I was as nice as possible, even saying "It's just that I'm not that into guys". That was when I was a sophomore. He didn't talk to me for a while after that, but things seemed to have completely repaired themselves.

I'm going to go to bed now. This is so pathetic. It's a Saturday night and I'm going to bed at ten. Ugh. Damn me not having my license/ the energy.

Sofia Copolla wrote and directed a film entitled MARIE ANTOINETTE, and it looks absolutely gorgeous. It's due to be released by fall 2006 (I'll be in college! gah!), and if anyone else other than SC was doing it, I would laugh and be wary. It looks interesting. But as things are I'm hoping to be the first in the ticket line when it comes out. http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/marieantoinette/

Julia and I haven't talked since Monday, that's almost a week. That's something that's only happened once since she moved to New York. It's my fault though because I don't have a phone card and she can never get a hold of me. Hopefully tomorrow we will. Ah. BED!

Tue, 28 Feb 2006 08:07:51 GMT

It's been a while since I've kept a quotidian journal, and I think it's about time to start again. This is a pretty pivotal year for me: last year of high school, I'm coming out (well, I *have* come out), I'm trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, what I want from it blah blah blah...at any rate, I type much faster than I write. I'm kind of against LJ in principle...I have one, but I don't update it. Where I live, it's very popular, and people mostly write in it to bitch about their nonexistent problems (I don't believe in 'rating' problems, normally, but I can't help it when my friends page is full of "omg i hate my life i have so much homework and i wanted to go out to sushi tonight but i can't and no one understands me and i hate my life". Quite literally, no exaggeration. They're almost parodies of themselves, I swear to god). But yeah. I'd like to record this year, somehow. I'm going to stop trying to justify myself to myself now.

So there's the preamble.

I just spent two hours on facebook.com (it's like myspace except only for students). I was very excited to find that the college facebook and the high school facebook are now the same. Now I will be able to send messages to Stephanie and...uh...we'll call her "Julia", I guess.

Last night I was at Monica's house. I took the bus to the supermarket where she works, and she introduced me to her male coworker, Nemo, as "the girl I want to introduce Nicole to". Upon hearing this, Nemo's inspection of me became much more scrutinizing. I'm very anxious to meet this mysterious Nicole, who I am supposed to fall madly in love with, an assumption based solely on the fact that we are both lesbians. Huh.

So Monica got off work and we drove to her house, where her friend Evian met us. Monica's goal in life is to get me high, and after I'd had a few ineffective hits, I checked my messages and lo and behold! Julia had called. She sounded very natural and happy and flirtatious("Hey Amelia, this is Juuuuliiaaa...I was just callllinnnggg to say heeeyyyy...Anyway, call me back when you get this message, and if I don't hear from you I'll call you tomorrow.") I felt this wave of relief wash over me and I did a little victory/happy dance while Monica and Evian watched in a hazy stupor. "She called! She called!" Monica has free long-distance, so I called Julia and left a message.

She did indeed call tonight, but I could only talk for ten minutes as my mom was expecting a call. Julia was very disappointed and said she'd call me later, which she did. She read an 8 page essay she wrote for one of her classes to me, and it was so nice just listening to her voice. We talked for a bit more, but then Mom kicked me off the phone. It was so natural, and we didn't talk about our little tiff at all and she didn't mention my email, which kind of relieved me, actually.

Well, that whole scene makes no sense without background, but it's midnight and I get up at six and my homework's not done, so later will the history be written. Weird is that syntax. Like Yoda I should continue to talk. Apologies are mine.