The Pomegranate, At Last

No, I'm not blogging right now because my wise, compelling words are in such high demand. (Although it's very true that they are) I'm writing now because I'm bored in my room on my sister's computer listening to christmas music. And my dad just turned the internet back on. He fucked it up to punish my sister...and fucked me up on the way. Go figure.

Well, I started writing some things in the hours of boredom that I was stuck in the airport and I intended to post it, so I might as well write it now. Pretend it's Friday December 16th- it shouldn't be too hard. Here goes...

Endless waiting in the airport has begun to render me delirious. The PA announcements have started to sound like CIA spy codes. They tell Catherine Donaldson to go to a white phone and press 0 for a message. Sounds pretty sketchy to me. Oh my god I just said sketchy. I should go to a white phone and press 0 and see what happens. I am here so early that I'm far too early for the flight leaving before mine, departing for Phoenix at 11:50. Here I am, three hours before my plane leaves, already bored to death.

The past few days I've thought of many things to blog about but never found time to do it. It's funny how I can always find time when I have 5,000 pages to read for humanities or a paper hanging over my head, but now that I have tons of time and no excuse not to write, I'm unable to crank something out. Whatever. I'll do it.

Molly lent me a book, Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich that I'm reading and loving. Halfway through the first chapter, I realized that Tracks (which I read a couple years ago and loved) was written by the same author and that many of the characters are the same in both books. It's especially fun learning different perspectives on the characters that I already know.

The airport, as everyone acknowledges, is a great people-watching arena. Sometimes I think the dumbest of the dumbest collect at the airport. How is it that there are so many idiots out there? You'd think that natural selection would have weeded them out by now. I just want to know why the stupid people are still breeding. (NoFx anyone?) I don't mean people with simply lower intelligence, because I know many great people who aren't so bright but have amazing hearts. (Forrest Gump, for example- and YES, I do know him personally. Forrest Gump, not Tom Hanks.) I mean the assholes who yell at their wives on the phone at the airport for insignificant issues and the girls who talk shit on their cell phones in ebonics for hours straight, feet on the seats and caked with four inches of makeup. Someone should tell them, you're not hot. Grow Up.

Anyway...enough of my current observations. I have too much to reflect on re: the last few days. I was getting extremely worried about seeing Birte before the 311 concert without speaking to her first. I had no clue where she stood on the situation or how anything would play out. Then, a few days before returning home, Alex and I saw her online and decided to invite her to a group chat. My heart started racing just as it did each time we called her and each time we sent her a myspace message. I got nervous every time we tried to contact her because I knew how sensitive I had to be to everything; saying something stupid could have extreme consequences. Like losing a friendship. Which, to me, is obviously the worst thing that could possibly happen. Birte entered the chatroom. No one knew what to say. All three of us stared at our screens waiting for someone to initiate a conversation. Then, almost at the same time, Alex and I said hi. We had no idea how Birte was feeling or how she would react. She said hello. We told her we were worried when she didn't respond to our attempts at getting in touch with her. She told us that she needed time. She thought things over and said she understood where we were coming from. I thought it was too good to be true. I had been bracing myself for drama and tension and exclusion from our mutual friends, but there was no need anymore! If I thought I was relieved by the end of finals, I truly learned the feeling of relief with this convo. I was so happy. I told Alex in a seperate IM how I felt and we spoke about how great this sudden change was. We were exhilarated. The rest of the conversation was not at all awkward and, in fact, pleasant. I was so happy that I didn't quite know what to say, or know how to make conversation, but we continued talking until Birte had to leave. Now I couldn't wait for the concert.

Speaking of leaving, I've got to run but I'll finish up my stories later. Love you, buh bye.