Being that I had almost the exact same “conversation” today with two different people, I feel the need to include the away message of Brian Sabella, the second person to bring the ‘not-going-back-to-Marist’ topic to my attention today (not that it wasn’t already on my mind/brought up by almost everyone i’ve ever met in the past few weeks).
Oh wait, Im old.
You little bastards better enjoy it.
Muffin is right. Katelyn actually said to me the other night, “You know, it’s really scary that you graduated. I don’t like it. It makes me realize that it doesn’t last forever.” Damn right it doesn’t. I’m not going to get into it now cause it’s late, but sometimes you really don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone. But I was lucky. After a somewhat rough year (that had good moments, I’m not complaining), I had a very, very, very, very awesome last month of school. Starting with Festival then Banquet then Riverfest then Yuck then Senior week then Senior Formal then graduation; I feel incredibly lucky & blessed that I ended my time at Marist on such a high note.
I guess that’s why this has been such a frustrating summer for me. Some things that I wanted to last…didn’t and some things that I wanted to happen…haven’t. But that’s neither here nor there & this is not the time/place to analyze my summer. Maybe another time. Life is funny. I’m a very intense person but I’m an understanding person & not unforgiving. People never give me enough credit: I’m good at brushing things off my shoulders simply bc I don’t want the weight of being angry or hurt or hating someone/having them dislike me. It’s not worth it. Ok, shut up, Colleen. Just shut up.
Anyway, I did a first for me today: went to the beach by myself. Now, I absolutely love going to the beach but it’s been the one thing that I’ve never really considered doing before. I’ve seen movies by myself (working at a movie theater desensitizes you to that), eaten by myself (granted, not at a restaurant, but I’ve gone into places like Panera or Dunkin Donuts or Quiznos, etc al & eaten alone), i’ve sat at concerts by myself (even if I had friends who were there, just sitting in a different section – DMB @ SPAC 2003 for example) and i’ve gone to see plays alone. Bottomline: I don’t have a problem with a little ‘me’ time. Anyway, I’ve never considered going to the beach alone & especially this summer with certain ‘circumstances’ – so to speak – have caused me to always feel it necessary to have a beach buddy. Cassidy & Claudio have gone to the beach by themselves before & it’s quite relaxing & peaceful & gorgeous there, so it shouldn’t be a big deal at all. Soooo after an absolutely AMAZING day yesterday at the beach with Julia, Brian, Chris Golio, Ian face & Joe Matero, I decided I wanted to go again today. I woke up and it was gorgeous out so I thought to myself, “Self, just go do it.”
So I did. And I relaxed with a book then walked around for over an hour. Said a hello that wasn’t as awkward as I thought (I guess? from my POV but what do I know about anything?). Oh yeah – I also saw an old naked guy pissing into the ocean.
Basically, at Smith’s Point, if you go all the way down to the right, there’s a nude section. I remember walking down there in like 11th grade or something with either Claudio or Tricia or someone bc when you’re like 16, the idea of naked people at the beach is still funny. Anyway, I remembered it being alot further than it actually is. At first I was like, “Ok, that dude’s naked. Don’t stare, just walk a little bit further, it’s not crowded.” I’m an idiot but I didn’t feel like turning around and going back yet. So then I walk about 3 more minutes & see more saggy ballsacs. This time, I’m kinda getting the feeling (especially when I see some naked fat old lady) that it’s time to go back. The clincher was when I look up from finding a song on my newly created playlist & see some guy standing by the sea. “Ok, Colleen, don’t stare,” I say to myself. Then I notice that he’s NOT JUST STANDING THERE. NOPE. OLD GUY. NAKED. PISSING INTO THE ATLANTIC OCEAN.
Yup. That was great. I did not go swimming after I got back from my walk.
Ok, this post is long & I have to go find stories for StarkedNY.com for tomorrow since I have work at AT 3-close & I have to go back to the mall so shit’s gotta be done early. Thanks to everyone who’s been going there & reading it. I really, really appreciate it.
P.S. Snakes on a Plane was awesome. Just awesome. Audience participation. I got to say, “Oohh, what’s a trouser snake?” when the guy got bit in the crotch & Matero yelled out, “It’s a trouser snake!” My favorite part (other than *the* line) was some guy from the audience yelling, “Why isn’t William Shatner in this movie?!”
P.P.S. I’m going to put up videos from the Counting Crows concert as soon as I figure out how to load shit onto YouTube. Adam Duritz is fantastic.
*I finally unloaded like a month’s worth of pictures from my camera; this is one from Aug 2, when Danny & I went with Brian to his gig in Hartford. We met up with Bri’s friend, Tim, watched Brian play, then stayed up all night playing in Tim’s pool, drinking & then having an insane game of “Never Have I Ever.” But to kick off the night – aka Happy Hour – Brian bought us all pints. Look how tiny I am next to Danny & the pint haha.
