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This entry has been a little while coming. This happened a couple of weeks ago, but I think I'm ok to write about it now.
The Monday after everyone got back from the Wales coasteering trip, I woke up early to check my email before going to class. I got on Facebook and did the normal thing, y'know... and I saw a couple of guys I knew from high school talking on there about their old group of friends... and how much they'll miss him... and rest in peace...
I knew instantly who they must have been talking about. Zach. Zach, the singer of Sound Cannon. The same Zach who took me to the beach at midnight on my last day in Orlando. The Zach who was the Romeo to my Juliet in our 8th grade Shakespeare project, which sure gave us a lot of laughs in the last few months. The Zach who mailed letters to me here in London, the only one who's sent me any mail at all and promised to meet me at the airport as I came back.
My mom called later in the day and told me that Dad had found out certain things because he works at the police department down the street from Zach's house. Apparently, the morning of Friday the 13th the week before, he took his own life and left us for greater adventures.
I spent the rest of the day falling apart.
A couple of weeks later, things aren't as bad. I cried hard for a few days, but my teachers who know anything have been really understanding about me being a zombie in class. Tom looked after me during the worst days. Not really any of the other kids knew.
I've crammed most of my misery into my photography project. I changed my topic with about a month to go until the showing. I'll keep it a little secret until I share my photos on the blog. Needless to say, it will be a remembrance.
Rest in peace, little brother. I love you.
Cask ale, and my favourite kind, Doom Bar. How can one *not* enjoy a beer named such? Honestly.- Benjamin Disraeli, Imperialist bastard.
- Public transportation, particularly the overland trains.
- Admission price of most museums: 0 pounds.
- My pair of Doc Marten Triumph 1914s.
- Delicious Indian food.
- The saggy crusty old Cheshire Cheese pub.
- Queen Elizabeth II.
- Row houses with blue placards on them.
- Walking wherever one needs to go..
- Earl Grey tea.
- Orlando Bloom.
- The most intense snowfall in 20 years.
High Fidelity- Romeo + Juliet
- Wall-E
- Deeply
- Edward Scissorhands (Don't look at me like that, it's a sweet movie!)
- The Princess Bride
- Serendipity
- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
- Punch Drunk Love
- Moulin Rouge
- Closer
- Shaun of the Dead
- Bonnie and Clyde
- Titanic
Valentine's Day is not the holiday at hand, rather, February 15th: 98%-Off Fancy Boxed Chocolates Day.
Oh dear. I know it's starting to get bad when I have a list of things I need to make lists about.
Ten Things I Liked About Paris:
- This bonkers contraption near Notre Dame. A wonder of modern engineering -- the tilty spinning disc!
- Tartlettes framboises in every patisserie.
- Giant bathtub joy in my hotel room.
- The Catacombs.
- Walking around Montmartre (the Museum of Eroticism, haha -- loads of African fertility gods!).
- Leon de Bruxelles.
- The Louvre, or the one wing of it that I fully explored, anyway.
- The Pere Lachaise cemetary.
- Bridges. All of them.
- The twisty ironwork around Metro entrances.
Ten Things I Did Not Like About Paris:
- Cold and soggy snow.
- Recognising what someone says just in time to be too late to reply.
- Dog poo on the sidewalks.
- Pushy hucksters at the Eiffel Tower.
- Overly complicated escargot tongs.
- The measly time difference that made me late for everything.
- Bad cheap wine.
- Getting nice and accustomed to the pound only to have to switch to Euros for all of 3 days.
- ...notgonnalie, some places smelled a little funky...
- Teeny WEENY hotel beds.
I need to update this thing a bit more often. I will probably make more lists.
Au demain.
Photo by Sound Cannon at Myspace.
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