Fuck you November... Fuck you to hell and gone.

[wolven7]

OhGr - [Earthworm]--- So, you retain the title, my dear old enemy, of the worst or best month, in any year, for me. For those of you, just joining us, a quick Recap: November 1999, back together with an ex. November 2000, recovery from the break-up. November 2001, I lose my job, my grandfather dies. This year: Aunt Laverne, my step mother's aunt, dies. Last week. Yesterday, Lorraine Wilson, my high school principal, dies. (White Stripes - [Fell in Love With a Girl]). If you're thinking, oh a principal, big freaking deal, then FUCK YOU. You obviously haven't been paying attention, because i wouldn't have mentioned it, if it weren't important. The woman, literally, changed my life.

System of a Down - [Innervision]--- She gave me a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, in the 11th grade, with the words, "Here, Damien; I think you might enjoy this." I wrote a nine page Essay on reality, and life, and perception, because of it. I would, with out question, not be the person i am, today, were it not for her, and her influence. (System of a Down - [Chic 'N' Stew]). Through her, i learned the value of responsibility, and the meaning of integrity. I learned how to take care of myself, how to abhor the mind games that people play, but be better at them than they could hope to be. How to analyze a personality, based on where they sit, in a room... Too many things to simply mention, here... And she's dead.

OhGr - [Kettle]--- She died of brain cancer. That's how my grandmother died, too. I had a draem about Lorraine, last night. She was teaching me things, and telling me things, and helping to fix a loft bed... Les, from Horizons, and Ray, from the Chamber, were there. We were all in this outdoor cafe, kind of like The Brewery, in Little Five Points, but it was also like Georgetown... Impression of all of my friends. ( System of a Down - [Boom!]). All of them... Hanging with absinthetics and Armitage, mostly... Been having more dreams about the Mountain...

So the pest control guy just came in,and sprayed. Appearantly, the people before us had pets, and didn't get the place sprayed. (Wesley Willis - [Termaites Ate My House]) Ah Tech, and it's sick sense of humor. But we don't have Termites. We have fleas. Damnable former occupants. So, i leave to go to D.C., tomorrow, and i'll be there, until Saturday. Maybe, while i'm there, i can.... i don't even know what i was going to say, anymore. I'm going to wash clothes, while i'm there. (System of a Down - [I-E-A-I-O-I-A]). I'm going to go drink some, then i'm going to walk to Quick Trip, so i can get out of the house, for the pesticide, and i'm going to buy a pack of Cigarettes. I know i promised myself that i wouldn't, but you know what? I think i'd understand, right now.

This song has the Knight Rider Theme in it. It's good. Someone call me, or e-mail me, or something. Shit.

Later.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

you sounded desperately bored down near the bottom of your entry. you should have played monopoly with us. it would have been fun. www.engrish.com it'll at least make you smile maybe. hope you have a good thanks giving.

--JMDC

[wolven.livejournal.com]

That wasn't boredom.

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[kitsuchan.livejournal.com]

I just found out myself... I understand. I'm at home now, call me, okay? Or e-mail me your #, I don't have it.

*hugs*

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry November blows.
-Mech

Re: *hugs*

[wolven.livejournal.com]

*hugs* It's ok. There are Some good things about it...

Ms Wilson

[karishi.livejournal.com]

Never called her that...

I want, so badly, to joke. There are so many jokes, about Lorraine, about her awe-inspiring abilities, references to Yoda, as you put it, "&c, &c"
But it's just like my story. And that nightmare I had about the alien succubus planet.
Point number 1, how it's like the story: This is not a happy ending, but those of us who thought it would end any other way weren't paying attention.
Point number two, how it's like the nightmare: It would be wrong to try to make a happy ending of this. Some things need to be sad, and this, sure as rain, is one of them. I will cry. I'm crying a little now. Probably more when I tell my parents. Don't want to tell until tomorrow, they're having a good Thanksgiving...
For my November blues this year, Henry finally died. Henry was a good old dog, ancient as large dogs go at 16 years. He had cancer, too. I'll miss him. He was keeper for many of my memories, about how my time at Kirkwood went, basically a five-year chunk of my childhood.

But man. Lorraine. She didn't change my life so dramatically as she seemed to change the lives of everyone else she met, but she was a marker for me. I spent nine years with the lady, after all. I met her when I was two and a half, started attending school when I was four.
I still remember what it was like to look up at her while standing at my full height. It is a thing of immeasurable value to me.
Gone.
Yeah, now I'm definitely crying. Talk to you later. I'm not at home, send e-mail.

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[(Anonymous)]

i found out Wednesday night, through my mom, through NightFall...he broke it to me as best he could have done, but still...i haven't quite encompassed it yet, either...talked to Monica, are you going to the Memorial? and has anyone called Ryam?
call me, please.

saigh