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ruyi:
I am finishing up my second week in New Orleans for a volunteer-type trip with my school. Physical labor nearly every day. There is always dirt under my nails and my legs are covered in mosquito bites. I think I am getting a tan - I did not know I was capable of this. I have come to the conclusion that a lot of what happened to New Orleans and the Lower 9th Ward was real shitty, but it should be let go rather than rebuilt. I am aware that it's a little ridiculous being here since we are all very inexperienced and volunteering in general takes away from jobs, so I don't believe that we are really helping; rather, I am grateful for the privilege of being allowed to learn by being here and hearing the residents' stories.

Did you know people here think the levees were blown up? I thought that was just bullshit the first time I heard it but now I see why they might believe it. I did not know that the levees were blown up after Hurricane Betsy in 1956. Basically, it allows the water from tourist areas to drain at the cost of poorer residential areas. I personally don't think the levees were blown up, but I find it significant that many residents believe it, as it is indicative of how the government neglected them.

I am meeting a lot of people I don't quite believe are real, just because of how different their life experiences have been. I have started smoking cigarettes, but I think I don't want to be a smoker. I just really like the smell. I just stayed up til 7 am with a stranger living at this place (it is a cheap-ass hostel with a mix of interesting and sketchy folks); should I kiss him sometime? I am starting to not be anxious about anything. It is a wonderful feeling. I don't want to live in accordance with anyone's expectations of me anymore. I want to travel and meet a bunch of people. I just need to think about how I am going to get started with this, but that's it. Fuck worrying.

Lines:
So hanging stuff in a gallery is much harder than I anticipated. Instead of the hour I thought I was going to be there, I was there for three hours. I think about an hour was waiting around for the gallery people to answer questions before I could start, but once I got started, it was good. Just a lot of measuring and making sure everything is exactly right. Definitely some good experience for the future.

Barmymoo:
I wish I had been old enough to hear of New Orleans before it stopped being. It's one of those places I wish I could have gone to, but it's worse because I know it was there for the visiting and I just didn't know about it.

In other news, I saw The Philadelphia Story for the first time today and roared with laughter all the way through; it's the best film I've ever seen. Perhaps now I'll stop boycotting black and white films on the grounds that colour is superior.

It made me miss this one particular guy though, I'm not sure why. In general I tend to swing the other way but he's fairly special and I've never quite got the guts to tell him so. Now that I live a hundred miles away it's even harder, but I've got this sense of urgency that if I don't say something, it'll just drift off and we'll drift apart and I'll be left wondering for the rest of my life if it might have worked. Am I being a melodramatic teenager here? What I'm certainly being is a wuss but I've been being a wuss for nearly three years so why stop now?

october1983:
I say go for it. But that's a little bit hypocritical of me as, on a similar note, I am feeling all kinds of mopey because one of my best friends who I also have something of a secret crush on is leaving the country for two months soon and I feel stupid that I've still not got the courage up to tell her how I feel.

Barmymoo:
We should make a pact that we will both try our hardest to tell the respective person how we feel, except that I know I'd probably a) wimp out or b) not see him in the next two months (I am going away for a month and then he is going away for a month).

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