are you an elvis man?
june 9th, 2000

i have had the absolutely most fantabulous day. not only is my starfish in 
the most energetic and delightful mood, and is being cute and happy and 
wild and curious and all of the things i absolutely adore about her, but 
it is simply the perfect ending of a wonderful day that i was able to 
spend with people i love.

my brother, the starfish, and myself ran up to johnson city today to see 
matthew, and to trade in some books at mr. k's in the process. i was 
already in a wonderful mood, and being around matthew simply amplified 
that happiness, and i got to eat a hot fudge sundae and wear sunglasses 
(though not particularly in that order.) i traded in my mother's old books 
for don quixote (my dreams of chasing windmills), some james joyce and 
richard bach (of course), and i also found an unused travel journal (which 
i intend to fill before the year is over.) i picked up a copy of hook 
while i was there (peter pan's gots kids?) and also a movie i saw once a 
very long time ago and fell in love with, also a robin williams film, 
called being human. of course, it's not as if i can really watch any of 
these movies any time in the very near future, as i do not as of yet have 
a television in my trailor...i've been taping northern exposure and gundam 
wing and space ghost episodes at my grandparents' house which i've not 
even touched yet...eventually, though. someday when i'm feeling bad and 
sickly and just want to lay on a couch all day and watch a screen (one of 
my favourite things to do when i'm sick is to curl up on the couch with my 
devon-is-sick gear and watch old video tapes of mine.) but i digress (as 
if you couldn't tell.)

after we returned from our semi-shopping adventure (i suppose it would be 
more like bartering than shopping, really) we introduced my little brother 
to the movie pulp fiction, since everyone really is either a beatles 
person or an elvis person (unless you're matt, of course...then you're 
just a cure person)...needless to say, i'm a pretty happy girl.

upon my return home, i was happily met by a new toy that my fabulous aunt 
still living in phoenix (which, for the record, was where i was born) sent 
- some sort of saucer-thingee (if i am remembering correctly, connor has 
one of these things.) she loves it. she's discovered how to make it 
bounce. and when you spin her around in circles with it, she laughs so 
hard. and then, the biggest surprise, i found a letter from the wonderous 
mary alice waiting for me, full of all sorts of goodies, and i was 
absolutely enthralled. she is absolutely IT. and she wants to come visit 
ME. it's amazing, because i used to be so paranoid about making real 
friends over the internet (i suppose i still am, in a sense, sometimes) - 
mostly due to my misadventures in the realm of penpalling so many years 
ago (one of my supposedly 15-year-old girl pals ended up being a 
35-year-old man who was later busted for child pornography...nice, huh?) 
but i have found such a kindred spirit in this woman, in the writing, in 
the lifestyle, in the interests and the adventures - i want to adopt her, 
that's all there is to it. she will have to come live in my big house with 
all of my friends that i am going to build one day. at least part-time. :)

i'm finishing up the fine edges of my room. i'm in decorating mode now, 
and my walls are grooming themselves quite nicely. i feel so utterly at 
peace in my room surrounded by all of the little pieces of my life that i 
stick on my walls...there's something very magical every time i recreate 
my "nest" - it never is the same, but there are always similar patterns 
(my room is really a fractal?) perhaps...

but now my head is hurting and i'm feeling kind of icky so i think i'll go 
take my magic pillow (erin made me the most wonderous pillow for my 
birthday) and find some dreamtime. goodnight, y'all. ;)