Sian

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Name: Sian
I paint, write, and dance. Also cook vegetarian food.

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Tuesday, 31 May 2005

I spent two years in a real city, when I was younger, and it spoiled me.  I still have a stupid, unending faith that if I walk out my front door, I should be able to find something to do.  Even if it happens to be after midnight, or a national holiday.  I walked out the door yesterday and went downtown, and... nothing.  absolutely nothing.  There were a few dusty little bars open, two porno shops, a coffee house--at least it was my coffee house--and the Chess Club.  I don't know what "Chess" is a euphemism for where you live, but here in our mid-sized, moderately moral, northern Bible Belt berg, it's a euphemism for Chess.  Yeah.  The kind with 32 peices and a timer.  I do actually play chess--fairly well--but I have a thing about it being a choice, and I didn't really want to go in, meet new people, and all that, so I didn't. 
It was the kind of day when you make MacGyver like efforts to entertain yourself with whatever happens to be at the bottom of your purse.  I was carrying a book, a notebook, and a sketch pad, and it still wasn't enough.  So, I called a friend.  In another state.  I have an excellent long-distance plan.  What can I say.  So, I called just about the only friend I still have from gradeschool.  She was in Job's Daughters with me... And Kappa Phi... and and and...  And she invited herself over for a week at the end of the summer. Also an INTP. 
Then I went to the coffee house, and ordered a regular mocha with razzberry, just to make people wonder.  Poor boy had my white mocha all made, and had to start all over again.  Spent an hour or so there, reading and waitng for the rain to stop.  Would have had them make me a sandwich, if I had known by then that it was really, truly the only place to eat, if you wanted anything other than buffalo wings.
But that was it.  Really absolutely, it .  There wasn't so much as a cheezy memorial day ceremony.  Nothing! 


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