In quintessential triviality for years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt.

Yesterday I hung out with a friend I hadn't seen in about two years.  We went to Applebee's and she told me about her Spanky, and I told her about mine.  If you don't know what a Spanky is, I offer you the dictionary definition:

spanky - (spngk) noun. Inf. A good friend of the opposite sex who is neither attracted to you, nor you to them.  (see BFF)

She told me about the first time she met her Spanky, Justin.  She was in class and he wasn't looking at her.  At first glance, she thought, hmm, this boy is kinda cute.  Then Justin turned toward her, and she didn't think so anymore.  She said she never told him this, because frankly, telling someone, "I thought you were cute...until I saw your face," is usually rather offensive.  I did not tell her the first time I met my Spanky, Alex. I remember it, though.  I thought he was going to think I was the ugliest creature alive and hate me.  Perhaps even think I was cute until he saw my face.  We were at the dining hall and he knew all these people.  That Alex. Such a social butterfly. He is such a good kid.  I miss him already.  I miss everyone from school already. 

I had a dream last night that we all went to a party and I got to see everyone and it was like old times.  It's only been nine days since I left school, and I already had a dream like that.  I can't decide if I'm just pathetic or really sweet. haha.

Anyway, so I saw my friend Stephanie who I hadn't seen in two years (far longer than nine days).  She took me to Music Cafe, this coffee shop with a distinctly Chapel-Hillian quality to it, which was quite refreshing in the droll locale of North Raleigh. A mural of an angel wing on one of its walls infatuated me and I need to go back and take a picture of it.  We sat down at a booth under a mural of a globe with an x marking the spot at the waist of America's bulbous hip, North Carolina.  Rather like the tattoo Stephanie had on her hip of XIX for "19," her favorite number.  We played Battleship and my cruiser was missing.  Stephanie beat the shit out of me and sunk everything almost in succession.  With my first hits and misses I sunk her carrier and the pegs formed the shape of a cross, red line vertical, white horizontals, on my board.  It reminded me that I need to be reading my Bible, and I hadn't been.  Then we played the best game of Scrabble I probably have ever played.  I remember some of the words: zen, canon, mob, axe, chain, dew, jar, hue, ice, aqua, ruse, fez, era.  Stephanie wanted to spell purple, but she couldn't.  I wanted to spell love, but I couldn't.  Stephanie instead spelled oven.  I ended up winning with around 224 points, and we used every letter.  I really wished I could have taken a picture of that board.  It was very intricately connected.  Another wall of the shop was plastered with an enormous crossword puzzle.  We flipped open the book to 8246 and the clue was "a kind of salad." We wrote "CAESAR" on the wall and promptly left.  I bought all three Indiana Jones movies from her for $10. 

I got a call from Ed and he said some SKS people were going to Mepkin Abbey this weekend.  I can't go.  I guess I should call him back.  I'm terrible about that.  I hate calling people. I need to call around for a job too.  God, I hate calling people.

I really miss my dog.  I had extra scraps from breakfast today, and I looked over beneath the table when I was done eating, but he wasn't there.   I guess I'm missing a lot of people and things right now.  When I look back at my entries, it seems like I'm frequently missing someone.  Well, it's no different now, except that it's everyone. Ah well. C'est la vie.  I don't even speak French.