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It was cold. We mainly just walked around but I took lillis photo at this weird metal palm tree and used it for my first digital 210 assignment.
I don’t think I’d seen Eternal Sunshine of a spotless mind yet but now it's all I can think about with these. I mean, seriously, winter at the beach and a shoddily erased girl.
Probably somewhat rude if you’re someone's partner and you’ve seen Eternal Sunshine and you’ve only just been dating for a couple months. I doubt it was considered, but maybe funny. Thankfully it all worked out.
I love metal nature or those weirdly disguised like electrical boxes or what, cell towers and electrical poles they try to make look like trees. Most definitely easier to pick out and way more of an eyesore than just being honest and accepting of yourself. Allow yourself just one more cell tower, then close out if you’re truly starting to feel some type of way about they way they look back at you when you’re driving to your grandma's.
I feel like that metal nature thing is like most nature now, so maybe that's why I like it. Or partly. 1I think its funny 2if you live most places your shits probably rocked: like every mountain has a line shaved through it for powerlines and all waterfalls have parks built in to them to the point I cant really convince my self that the exposed face isn’t made like the walls on a highway just blasted and drilled, wrapped with the chicken wire so shit doesn’t fall off and kill. And like do lakes or ponds exist outside of lake houses and parks. I feel like damn, how does anyone swim if they aren’t lake home owners. I’m not a lake home owner but I wish I was because I really get to swim in like 3-4 different lakes in a year and its the same 4 every year.
1Deer lake is one but thats private and frankly fuckin nasty I don’t know if I’m really gonna swim there again, 2Yearly pontoon boat ride for Sams birthday on Hopatcong, 3Woodford state park but thats in Vermont so thats only when we’re camping for a week, and honestly I don’t know if theres another. Probably a couple rivers but not lakes. I guess.
So there's this girl.
She’s perfect and cold.
The only issue?
Shes a river.
Last summer I got to swim in the Saint Lawrence River. The last line of defense between New York State and Canada. Charlotte's dad built it himself. Not really sure how, But I got to stay there and drink tons of beer and stand, yes, stand in the massive river.
I didn't get to stand because it was a river, and often those are best for that approach(why I love them), I got to because it was rather cold. And I didn't feel like swimming. No ones fault but times.
Well, when I went to write about this, I remembered that it was a river and therefore could not be mentioned by name but rather implied in this line: “and honestly I don’t know if theres another. Probably a couple rivers but not lakes. I guess.”
I GUESS
I'm guessing they are rivers and not lakes.
This thing was so wide. And also so deep. Barges crossed in the night, like big massive cargo ships.
I think I drank like 10 beers a day when I was up there. I cooked breakfast waited for everyone to catch up and by noon, when that happened, I’d drink a beer. Miller Lites only cause when we went to he grocery store to get more beers we couldnt(dont feel like getting in to it right now) so we had to go to the dollar tree and they had Miller Lites so I was forced to get another. 24.
The Saint Lawrence is weird because its so deep and bleu. When you swim more than 15 feet out from the dock, you realise it may as well be the ocean the way it fights back and your feet hang over infinite blue.
More than enough space for something to fit underneath you and for you to be completely unaware.
It may as well be the dock of the bay.
Im probably going to upload a drawing or a picture of a ship passing in the night at some point soon.
1I took mush
The show was at a venue with two rooms, doing two seperate shows, at the same time.
One being the mix bill metal/hxc show Lunar Blood was playing in the main room, local art hanging up and windows its a multi use store front, with a community art something on the inside. In the other room theres a noise show in a completely windowless, black wall, ceiling, floor box.
Looked like the inside of your eyelids in there.
So I decide to take them for the first time and I go into the Noise show and I stand as the walls of sound wash up against me. Holding my breath and closing my eyes letting the sound crawl in to me however each one needs to. Fun.
And then we get taco bell and we discuss what a car made of hulk material may be like as we wait for our food.
We are told that our most dubious companions will be making the drive through the night instead of sleeping at the lakeside cottage and driving back in the morning.
I feel a mourning in this moment unlike any I've felt before.
They leave we don't.
Jake drives us to the cottage, and we tuck into bed a cuddle puddle on the couch. Jake plays peekaboo with us, and it makes me laugh harder than a baby would.
2The second time I'm back at the house on lake boon i’m with Lunar Blood, they are playing a backyard metal fest in the suburbs of
This is a big Sub-Rur-ban back yard with a ton of people. There's a tent with food I get to exploit by pretending to be in Lunar Blood and a beautiful, classic, timeless: above ground pool where people are swimming and cooling off.
Tents line the back edge of the yard where those staying multiple days have set up camp.
a row a off shitten porta pottys stood in a corner but if you peed you just went out the back of the yard.
a beautiful sight.
Absolutely no cell service.
This is July 1st. I'm 19, and tomorrow is my birthday.
We sleep at the lake house this night. I’m sitting on the back porch talking over the phone with Lilli.
Shes home in Ohio i believe.
I haven't been drinking.
I finish up the call as a boat approaches the dock of the house.
Ty
We pour from the house and our clothes laying on the boat.
We drive out. Its Pitch black. As we drop anchor in the center of a wide open field of water. We race to get in.
This is my biggest fear.
And I'm barely afraid.
I likely won't be able to have this happen to me again, but I'm not sure anyone could deserve that twice.
To be picked up at night.