About That Last Post...

So I was going to relate like three stories, one of which was the real thing. Then that story stretched out and got too long and then I wanted to go do something else, so I just published it and left it alone. The real story was that I was riding my bike home from school and got hit by a car. And for my troubles I was rewarded with a $70 traffic ticket.

I was heading east in the bike lane on 8th south, and I turned left to go north on State st. A couple of the other teachers from my school were waiting a few cars back at the light and they honked and waved. I was waving at them as I turned, and didn't realize that the light was about to turn. I looked up and saw it change as I was crossing the first lane of eastbound traffic. As I entered the second lane I looked to my left and realized the car that had started toward me wasn't going to stop. He didn't.

So I got kind of mashed up and someone called an ambulance. They took my up to LDS Hospital and they cleaned me up and put six or seven stitches in. I have to take them the forms from the other guy's insurance. I've been putting it off as is my custom when dealing with forms. I don't know why, but forms make me anxious.

Anyway, school ending has been a good excuse. Graduation is on Wednesday evening and Thursday is the last day of school. After that I'm going away to California. Things are going to be a little weird when I get back.

This has been a strange year for me. I'm probably mis-remembering Moon Palace, by Paul Auster, but the beginning seems to me to have been an overly long but cool description of a guy who looses his grants for school and decides to just see how long he can last without any income. He starts rationing his food, then his energy, and in the end he almost starves to death.

That's what I did this year, but with human contact. I guess it's been going on for a couple or three years. I had a lot of friends around me when I graduated the first time and moved to Logan. Then that whole group of friends seemed to graduate all at about the same time and move away. I tried to keep relationships going for a while...

This is the type of stuff that it seemed like it was important to write in the past. Now I can't imagine anything duller. I guess I stopped caring at some point.

The other day Mark LaRocco was telling me about this first date he went on the other evening where the girl is really free spirited and just asked him to stay up all night with her. He did, and they talked for like eight or nine hours straight and told each other their whole stories.

It made me think of a few weeks ago when I went to one of Mark's parties at his house and I was hiding from people by making burgers and manning the grill. This girl came out and sat down and started asking me about myself. In less than two minutes I ran out of things to say. We lapsed into silence, then about fifteen minutes later, when all the burgers were cooked, I went home and watched old episodes of Law & Order on my computer.

Oh well.

Anyway, my face is better now.