ok, so 4 events happened afterschool.
i passed the first party i didnt belong at.
i saw Milk
i passed the second party i didnt belong at.
and i passed the third party i didnt belong at.
the first party had a few friends in it, but people who were enemies of some of my other friends. they were going one way and i was going another. i said hi, and denied their invitation. but i was invited somewhere, even if it could have caused social tension.
i saw Milk with the other friends. i felt like i should have known a lot of the history of that movie. I should watch it again now that i have the history, to get a fuller inpact. i loved being able to see the little directions in the movie- how one character would follow the other out of the shot, the use of mirror-shots in general were amazing.
i was walking home from walking a friend home, and i passed a party that was finishing. it seemed to be a harmless, rowdy preteen party. but people were shouting on a suburban street at past 11, and getting up on bikes to go home in the cold. it was a little scary. preteens shouldnt be out at all hours, even for a party. party here = 10+ people.
the street i live on has four families with teens living on it. my neighbors are the partying type, and there were girls sitting on the porch talking about other people. and boy did i want to be a part of them. not the clothes, but just to join in a conversation. to listen and observe them speak. but i kept my head forward and crossed to my house. i dug out my keys and kept my head down. it sometimes worries me that my mom doesn't call.
theres this interesting thing about walking past an orange streetlamp. first, things just get bright and you realize you're walking through the shadows of the trees in front of you. then your shadow appears beside you, quickly migrates to the front, and gets longer oh so slowly until i disappears into the sidewalk. then its dark. then you see the upcoming light again.
No comments:
Post a Comment