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2004-08-29 - 11:24 p.m.

recently saw both 'a home at the end of the world' and 'garden state.' i liked both of them a lot. as i said to natalie after 'home ateot world,' i know i'm supposed to be watching this love triangle thinking about how messed up these people's lives are, but truth be told, i actually wanted their lives up to a point. robin wright penn had a bitch-ass purple apartment in new york's east village, lived with her best friend and his (and her) sort of lover, made hats for a living, and had really fun hair. how great is that, i ask you?

however, 'garden state' i would rewatch more readily, just because i identified with it more. quasi-depressed twenty-somethings trying to figure their shit out, hey! moody music in the rain, hey! gotta love it. in fact, 'garden state' has inspired me to try to re-establish contact with those whom i have lost touch with, as well as keep up with the long list of those whom i haven't emailed back in many moons.

starting at the back and working my way forward, i wrote to an old friend from my boston days, who, ironically, lives in the garden state. he wrote back, asking if i was who he thought i was. i wrote back that yes, i am indeed, and how's life? the next move is his. i don't know if he'll remember the reason that i stopped communicating with him, but i sure as shit don't remember myself. hell, i was nineteen years old when i last saw him. if he doesn't, cool, let's just pick up a bit before we left off. if he does and he's pissed or whatever, cool, just checkin' in.

though i will admit that i'd really like a copy of the poem that he wrote about me, if he still has it around. knowing him, he still has it around. he was one of the most pretentious boys i've ever met. having recently seen the lovely boys of interpol play live, i decided that i need to keep in touch with more pretentious boys. they're so much fun to have around every now and then.

i'm tempted to skip directly ahead to the london people (especially sarah, who emailed me just a month or two ago) but i feel that i should stay on my designated path and finally send krafchik and sadie the packages i've been promising for so long.

god it feels good to get in touch. keeping in touch is simply impossible for me. i know this now. but getting in touch, that i can totally handle. and it's so much fun to emerge after a year or so of nonexistence. at least i imagine it is. since i'm always the one letting the ball drop (it would seem) then i'm always the one who has to pick it back up. i've never gotten an out-of-the-blue email or letter myself. well, except that one time that guy from high school tried to get in touch with me, though why i haven't a clue. we were never close, never even friends, really. i knew who he was, that's all. yes, i keep meaning to drop him a line, too, just because that's what i would want someone to do for me. i'm not a total kooze.

and it's almost september. jesus. then comes october, my official favourite time of the year. i feel good things are afloat.