Woodstock in Woodstock

(this is for me personally - I need this written down before the memories fade)

This past weekend has gone by, leaving behind a trail of massive memories I can't even hold on to for long. A lot of awesome, awesome shit went down. I loved it so much, not only for the fact of being free for at least one day, but for spending my time with some awesome people.

On Friday, Olivia and her mother Kimber came all the way from Oklahoma. Olivia, a seemingly small and shy girl hoards a large secret that I and a few other 'Other Section' people know. She's a super angry, amazing chick with an opinion that burns like fire and a look on life that very few have. We've been friends for so long. 2007 at least. And although that doesn't seem like a very long time for some, that was a massive chunk of my life - I'm only fifteen and three, almost four years, counts for alot. I grew up with this chick. There are others that I met the same way (which I will sparingly mention considering I won't ever have to worry about forgetting that), many others, and out of all of them I thought I would never meet her. Svetlana, sure, Cinny, it almost happened, Corky, why not? Xue - that was unexpected. However, when she did come, I didn't feel the singe of her words - I just felt awesome friendship for two days.
Anyways, the visit was swell. We exchanged gifts, and her mother talked and talked and talked. Her mom, she's a pretty cool chick, driving fourteen hours for a festival and to give her daughter a chance to meet me. So yeah. Friday was smooth.

On Saturday, I got dressed and Phil came to take me to the festival. It was 11:30 and we had promised to be at the festival by 2:00. I thought it was going to be super awkward with Phil, considering we don't talk very much. And when we do, it's usually in the company of quite a few more people. But here we were, just him and I in a car. And I look to Phil as a brother, don't get me wrong, but the conversation had never flowed easily between the two of us.
So anyway, we left and started the long journey up to this small town North of Atlanta. On the way it was suprisingly comfortable. Phil talked about a 'new government' he wanted to set up, the plans he had in life, we talked about our past and our future and the people we surround ourselves by. When he's not with people he's trying to impress (i.e. myself) he's a really, really cool guy. To all who may be fooled by how he acts in public, fear not, he is great. Although I'd never tell him that.

We stopped at a shoe shop in Little Five Points. Phil had wanted to buy some Toms shoes, but after trying them on he realized they were 'too lesbian' for him, which I thought was pretty true. He's this big, bulky guy and chick shoes just weren't working for him. By then it was 2:00 and we still weren't at the festival. But, no worry, I shot Xue's mom a text telling her we were going to be late. Long story short, we got lost, got found, and finally got to the place.

Once we were there we found Xue and her mom and she gave me the (very brief) tour of the festival grounds. I enjoyed the diverse people that were there, and it was pretty cool to see the true hippies. And then the awkwardness set in. Said awkwardness (not only with Xue and I, but with the people in our 'party' in general) lasted for quite awhile. However, it wound down when Sara Lynn arrived with dinner and blankets. My friend Savannah, whom I'd never met in real life, also came along with her boyfriend and younger brother. It was nice seeing her, not as exciting as seeing Olivia, but nice none-the-less. Anyways, Phil talked talked to Sara, Kimber took in the crowd, and Xue and I took off to the woods. She wanted a cigarette, and we both wanted some privacy. So we stayed in there for awhile. We talked, met some nice people, got asked if we had any weed for sale, and were generally enjoying ourselves. By then we had lost complete track of time and it had gotten dark. We heard our names paged from the stage and Xue said, "Oh shit, time to go." so we ran out there where her very, very pissed mother was waiting. Apparently we had been gone too long, and her mom had freaked out. Haha. In the time we had been gone Sara had left, Phil had gone to the parking lot to see if we had gone back to the car, and Xue's mother had asked the police officer at the event to look for us.
All the while we were just minding our business in the woods. Oops, oh well.
By then it was 10:30 and Xue and her mother were fixing to leave. Her and I said our reluctant goodbyes, and they were gone. I asked Olivia what it would be like after she went home, and she said she didn't know. I still don't know, either.

After we left Phil and I went to Little Five Points again. We bought some Cokes and found a nestled patio. We sat there for awhile, people-watching. By then it was at least midnight. We got in the car after some time and headed home.

I got home at nearly 3 AM, and let's just say I won't ever forget this weekend. I enjoyed the hippies, the music, the atmosphere, the ride there and back, the stops at Little Five Points, Phil's company, seeing Olivia, meeting some great people, seeing Savannah, and tasting freedom.

Ever.

Personal Thoughts

I haven't posted in awhile. A long, long while. I suppose I never thought there was anything important enough to document, or maybe I just didn't want to go through the process of racking my brain for the right words to describe that situation or event. I've never been bad at it - I just didn't want to. I don't know. Alot has happened, actually. A hell of alot. Most of which, I can't even remember. Which I want to kick myself in the ass for that, because I'm a freak who wants to document everything, but I can't document my own life?

Tia has been bugging me (as well as a few other real life bloggers) to give out my address to them. Maybe I find this as my last point of release. I just don't have any drama that gets to me anymore, but when it does, I like to get it out and then keep it to myself. Writing has helped me do that, it's always helped me. There's a way of tricking yourself into thinking people are listening by writing things down, and the best part is that no one will give you shit over what you said, if you just keep it to yourself. I'll give her my address one of these days - maybe sooner than I think, but until then, this'll be my spot; my space of the internet where anything can be said. Freedom.