mood: eloquent
music: 'pablo & andrea' by yo la tengo
the last 2 days have been a time of well-spent spontaneity.
on sunday, christian and i randomly decided to buy a full apple pie from marie callender's and eat it on a bench atop the cliff that signifies the beginning of the mountainous area of santa monica. whilst the pie was being devoured, we had an amazingly in depth conversation on things like: expectations in life; information societies; and celibacy in the religious world. after having eaten and talked as much as one could eat and talk, i threw the remainder of the pie off the cliff and listened to the tin clatter against the brush.
then today during first period, i was invited to go to a concert at the glass house in pomona. the band was 'architecture in helsinki', whom i knew of and liked, and the ticket was that of a companion who couldn't go, so i agreed to come along. the thing was that the concert was actually today, and no less than 5 minutes ago i got home from it. (two hours late and much to the grumbly faces of my parents)
at the show, chris dubos, who invited me, and i spotted a girl standing alone, and after debating whether or not to do something about it, he went over to start a conversation with her. after a couple of minutes, he introduced me to her, and we really started hitting it off. she was a college sophomore at arizona state, and she was spending the summer staying with her parents in yorba linda and working at disneyland as (get this) tinkerbell in the parades. apparently she jumps off the floats and taps her wand on unsuspecting little kids, which seems particularly odd to me, but doesn't at the same time.
after the show, we stood around in front of the door and just talked a while. actually, it was a really long while, because both the audience and band actually left before we did. we exchanged numbers and i promised to show her around l.a. the next time she's in town.
on the way home i was beaming, as is usual with me, being my melodramatic self.
1 comment:
I never knew littering could be so poetic.
;P
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