presupposing a walk in the park
There exists this summer an unwarranted pattern for Fridays to be chilly and wet. Moreover, there continually remains that lack of things to do in Lynchburg, which has been persistent throughout time; and no matter what Greater Lynchburg’s advice column on “things to do” in Lynchburg proclaims, there is simply nothing interesting to invite yourself to, entertain yourself with, or leave elated and satisfied on a regular occasion. It’s sad really. But I haven’t ceased to count my days until graduation.
Thus tonight, with no one to connect to, I went to see Envy. As medicore as Along Came Polly and as unoriginal as A Guy Thing, this movie has nothing to shine about besides Ben Stiller, and not that he is suddenly stellar, but just that Stiller is a great guy. I am grateful I only paid $1.50 for it; yet entertainment is scarce in the ‘Burg and we must survive aptly.
After that excavation of fun, I walked to The Drowsy Poet for some reading of Les Mis. Hopefully there is some intellectual appeal in this town to us more educationally-pursuited. But again, maybe not. I was surprised at how the coffee shop was, truly, full of young kids; their median age arguably around 13. First, I wondered where all of their parents were (I mean there were a lot of kids there) and secondly, what on earth were their parents thinking when they gave their tweens the cash for coffee, or more likely ice-cream floats. Anyways, the first half of my stay was regularly abused with boisterous conversations about who wore what and who’s dating who (”did I tell you that he asked me out?”; “oh, he asks everyone out”; “well, anyways…”) ::sigh:: But the second portion of my appearance was somewhat peaceful. Lemon poppy-seed muffins are delicious.
Returning to that Greater Lynchburg periodical of lies, an article on the fun things to see and do in Lynchburg was absolutely dominated by historical landmarks. Come on. If fun was defined as field trips to Point of Honor or Poplar Forest, then I would be set; yet, obviously, I am having no fun. However, for the most part, Lynchburg is a city based in such deep-rooted tradition and ritual that often its citizens have become accustomed to such commonalities; the revolutionist becomes a voter, the voter a citizen, the citizen a bystander. L-burg is a town of citizens at best; they know what they want; they want things to stay the same, only to call for reform when comfort is breeched; quickly a delegation arrives on the scene to return the situation to full normality.
::major sigh:: I am really looking forward to returning to Tech. And Abigail. Really looking forward to seeing Abigail.
Additionally, after a conversation this afternoon, very much looking forward to having a Mac. Soon.