when leaving means goodbye

my roommate zac was telling me if, when you're dreaming, you clench your fist and just stare at it and focus, you'll be able to remember the dream that you're having when you wake up. it works for him anyway.

last night there was a show at the punk porch and everyone had their share of vodka in big gulp cups and mosh pits alongside the olentangy river. ryan, richard and lisa were no exception, and when i found them huddled over away from the band, i knew i had to join them...letters, man. so i stuck my head in between ryan and lisa and they both kissed me on the cheek and i felt let down. ryan is moving out of the monster house in september and lisa is moving to bloomington. things are just going to be different now.

the next morning pat wakes me up and asked me to do him a favor and get his clothes out of the dryer at the laundry mat. he has to go get shane's mom's van because our van won't start and we are leaving for tour in two hours. so i find myself walking the sidewalks where i can remember realizing how lucky i was to have such good friends and saying to everyone "isn't this just great?" now i walk by myself to get someone else's clothes out of a laundry mat i've never been to, staring at my fist.

meanwhile

while i was away from home for a month, a large branch from the tree that stands outside of my house was struck by lightning (allegedly) and narrowly missed crashing onto my car. i guess, the handful of compliments i gave of its bright green foliage paid off, or it just missed my car.