"You can't stay here", "You can't stay here" my brother insisted. I asked him if he'd ever been in this situation and he hadn't but arriving in small towns and settling in a vacant creepy residence has become oddly familiar by now. The place is clean and empty and creaks a lot. One of the students unknowingly agreed with my brother by saying "you can't stay there, you'll go crazy". He later when on to mention that it's haunted and used to be a brothel (I'm thinking a century ago and not a week ago I HOPE). The whole prostitute thing is oddly coincidental because on the ride up yesterday I was thinking about wild west saloon prostitutes and how good they look in movies and decided that was probably inaccurate. So I changed the picture in my mind to allow them to have haggard party faces, unwashed corsets and fishnets full of runs.
Since I'm living amongst their ghosts right now, I better add a "just kidding" because one of the ladies could be looking over my shoulder as I write. You look fabulous ladies...
As for the rest of the town, I find it quite charming but my brother disagreed. There are old character homes with big yards. Some have been beautifully painted and landscaped and others have not. There's one place that has enough property to have horses in their yard. Another place has ducks and chickens which their dogs don't bother. There are cats and dogs everywhere both in the yards and on the street.
I love the random rural residential melting pot - some houses are beautiful and old, some just old and others are double wide trailers. There's a great cafe in town called stardoughs and it really is the hub. Other features include the logger bar and a giant casino and gas station/mini mart/ 24 hour slot machine room just on the edge of town.
Slot machines are so shiny and pretty. I remember once when I was 3 I found a shiny blue pill in the crevice of the couch at the doctor's office. When I showed it to my mom I was thinking shiny blue candy but she was thinking deadly drug. That's kind of what the slots are like so I'll try my best to stay away.
Hmmm, oh I should mention I'm here to attend Dell'Arte which is a physical theatre school. Physical theatre is mask, and movement and clowning etcetera. It's going to kick my ass and work me to the bone but I have not a clue how I'm going to make my living once I'm done. any ideas??? Classes don't start for another week and a half. It's finally sunk in that I'm here but the idea of going to school won't sink in until I'm doing it. I'm not just here to hang with hanted hookers and gamble so it's good I'll have school to distract me from these tempting options.
That's it for now,
Lani
Sunday, September 23, 2007
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