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full moon
november 30, 2001 ~ 8:11 p.m.

I finally got to visit dc last week for thanksgiving, and even though it was only three days, it was so much fun.

It's really rather amazing that, considering the level paranoia at even a tiny airport like Duluth, I managed to get through the metal detectors a the security checkpoint. I had two knives on me, at least one of which was certainly as large as those used by the terrorists. It frightens me, actually, how easy it was. They were certainly being very careful with my bags -- they had me remove my laptop to go through seperately, and did a very thorough investigation of my camera. They even confiscated a somewhat large safety pin that had been decorating one of my bags, which really pissed me off. I've had that thing for years. And they checked me very carefully, too, after my steel-toed boots set off the detector as usual. But I wouldn't be so stupid to as to hide the knives in my bags or on me. One is a very small swiss-army knife, unnoticeable on a cluttered key chain like mine, the other a 3-inch long, half inch wide blade concealed very nicely in a pen, and both of these went in the tray with my coins, and even with all their paranoia they never thought to check that one little loophole. I could have hijacked a plane with a knife that size -- of course I wouldn't, but the point is, anyone could, and that's a frightening thought.

Anyway…I got to go down to Georgetown and Dupont Circle, and I couldn't find the rainbow socks I wanted to get, or Affinity (which I was hoping they would have at Lambda Rising and they didn't), but I did get a new wallet chain which I've been wanting for a while, and a rainbow sticker. And I got to get a soy mint mocha at one of the Xando's, and it was nice just walking around, taking the subway, seeing the city. I think I really just missed the places more than anything else. I certainly didn't miss my parents, my brother's been gone for two years already, and my friends weren't around anyway. What I really wanted was to be home again, in all the places I know, the neighborhoods and parks and my house. I didn't even get to go to Rock Creek Park or Martin Luther King Park, but there's always next time. I did get to see Deviate, my last night there. We hung out and talked and watched a PBS show about queers, and played cards and got high with my brother and his friends, just like all last summer.

My whole trip was kind of tainted by these two big papers I had to do, and somehow I managed to make myself work on them while I was there. And I got them done when I got back, amazingly. I really thought I wouldn't be able to. Of course, now I have two more big papers, plus two final exams, to worry about. But at least now I have the time to finish the papers and study.

I'll be going back in two weeks though, for winter break. By then the semester will be over, and I'll be done with all this work and I can just relax for three weeks, hang out with my friends, finally get the tattoo I've been planning forever, dye my hair (it's been black way too long, I'm thinking of bleaching it again and dying all but the front part red), and go all the places I've been missing.

It snowed here the day I got back, and there's at least a foot on the ground, which is way more than dc ever gets, let alone in November. We hardly ever get snow before christmas, but here the snow was late this year, apparently. It's kind of annoying, it makes it hard to get places and all, but it's so fucking pretty I really can't complain.

By the way, wish me a happy birthday -- I'll be nineteen tomorrow.

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