BETTER HAVE YOUR FUN BEFORE IT MOVES ALONG
Jimmy and Abby, my friends from school who got married over the summer, aren't married anymore. Abby cheated on him with somebody from work during the three months previous to AND the three months after the wedding. She honestly sounds unwell. I mean, she sounds totally unlike herself. I was Jimmy's friend before I was hers, but we were co-editors of the newspaper together, and I would have told you that we were close. It sounds likely now that I'll never see her again. She'll never come back home again, or at least she won't go searching out any of us. So Jimmy's heart is broken. He's living at home again, he's running and lifting weights, and talking about going back to school for film. He always wanted to study it, but he dropped out so he could move to Chicago with Abby.

He isn't at home alone, though. Matt, one of his best friends from high school, is also living at home again because he's trying to figure out what to do with his career/life after graduating last spring. It's a kind of sweet thought, the two of them living at home and doing all the old things: going to movies in the middle of the day, watching anime series, going to the comic book store in Morgantown. It makes me remember how I felt in seventh grade when I looked up to them for everything, except now we're older and I'm a girl who doesn't call very often instead of a doting 14-year old. I'm trying to talk them into coming to Pittsburgh; I think they'd like my friends.

Now I'm spending all of my free time thinking about appropriate songs for a break-up mixtape. And cringing over how much I wrote about their wedding in the last issue of the zine. This will definitely call for a revisitation of that article. I don't know if I'm going to show Jimmy the zine or not now. Damn it. This feeling sucks.

Speaking of the zine (only tangentially), I will also be distroed through Dreamers Distro, also in CT. But, um, that's hardly important right now.

HIS TEETH AS WHITE AS SNOW
More zine news: The Patron Saint of Small Things will soon be available through Frida Loves Diego Distro in Chicago. That's a big total of three distros, folk. It's so exciting to send my zines out to people who will later send them out to even more people. I just like the thought of it. Maybe it'll be a while before the mail starts rolling in, and maybe the mail never really really rolls in like it used to, but nonetheless, I feel like it's coming up, in a way.

My cold is mostly gone, but I still have a real foghorn of a cough. I was able to play again yesterday, and I practiced for three hours. That's good, but, believe me, not enough to get me all caught up with my playing or anything else. Truth be told, I'll probably have to do it again tonight.

MARRIED TO MYSELF
Word up: blogger has lost at least seven of my entries. Does that ever happen to anybody else? I'm contemplating going live journal, but you have to pay or get a code from a friend. Eh. Plus then I could have those cat icons that say "busy" "hungry" "sleepy", etcetera. And when you get right the fuck down to it, I like cats and pink things.

Funny I should mention that, actually, because I will also now be distroed out of Pink Kitty Star Press in Manchester, Connecticut. Shazaam.

So now I'm 19, and so is Ram. Happy birthday to us. Our respective birthdays were kind of not entirely full of party because we were both sick at some point over the weekend. Me more than him, though. But I think I'm feeling better now, at least better enough not to be falling-down tired all the time. I feel kind of bad because I haven't been able to practice for about a week, and I feel like I'm falling behind in my jazz studies. I mean, solfege is the kind of thing that you need to practice in order to learn, but you can't practice it if your voice doesn't work! So now I'm going to have to really bust my ass on the solfege assignments from last week and this week to catch up. Ditto with my lesson and with jazz chamber. But the rest of my work load seems to have lessened for this week, so maybe I can handle it. Ugh. I really hate having to catch up with work after being sick.