long lost friends?

When I was driving around today I heard the song “American Woman” on the radio. I don’t really like the song at all. But when I lived in Ireland they played it in pubs all the time, and whenever it came on all of my Irish friends would gush, “Willow! It’s your song!!” You know. Because I’m American. And also a woman. And then they’d start dancing and pointing at me, and I’d have to dance too, because it was “my song,” but really I’d be thinking, “I hate this song! I do not feel connected to it in anyway! I am a fraud!” Ah, the ex-patriot experience.
So, I’ve wanted to do a “shout out” entry for a long time. Maybe that’s not the right term. Basically I want to post a list of long lost friends, so that if they ever google themselves they’ll be led to my blog and get back in touch. These are people that I still have a great deal of love for, even though we drifted apart long ago. So, in no particular order, here I go:
*Eliza Furmansky (Is this how I spell her last name? I can’t remember! Maybe Eliza Fermansky? How did I forget? I can still remember her old phone number!) Eliza and I were friends from 4th-10th grade. She still defines “artist” to me. That girl made great art, had lovely handwriting, acted in plays, and has lots of really cool friends. She was a “free spirit.” as they say. We had a lot of fights, mostly because I was pretty insecure and she could be unintentionally mean. But I loved her, and still think about her a lot. I heard she moved to Seattle, and if she’s still there I’d really like to have a visit. Her mom let us have boy-girl sleepovers in middle school, and her dad helped us build sukkots in his backyard every autumn.
*Darcy Otis was my friend at Denver School of the Arts in 9th grade. She played cello and loved buffalo (the animal, not the city.) She always seemed vaguely sad, and I heard she went through some rough times after we fell out of touch. I hope she is okay now. She had a great sense of humor and loved Janis Joplin. Her car was named Linus, and mine was Lucy.
*Geoff Wolfson was my first boyfriend in 4th grade. Also an amazing artist, he and his brother Sol used to hairspray their bangs up NKOTB-style. We went to middle school together, but parted ways in high school. I ran into him at a movie theater a few years ago, and was so surprised to see him that I think I acted really weird. He had a great voice.
*Talia Epstein, Andrea Von Der Oh (also foggy on this spelling), and Sarah Weum were my freshman roommates. I really liked those ladies, even though I acted like a crazy lady throughout that entire year. I was an only child living with other young people for the first time, and I didn’t handle it very well. They were very gracious though, and I hope they are having fun hiking around and stuff. (They were real outdoorsy ladies.)
*Martin Wilson is the man who made me a woman. You know what I mean. He had spikey bleached-blond hair and loved everything electronic (including but not limited to: robots, e-music, uh, other electronic stuff…) He was so nice to me. He had this really soft hispanic voice, funny posture, and a blue jacket that I loved. He moved to Spain for a semester in college and wrote me love letters in Spanish, and called me from weird phone booths there. I responded by acting like a flaky 18 year old girl and bailing out when the distance seemed too far. He may still live in Portland, but I haven’t run into him in the year since I moved back here, so maybe he left town.
There are probably lots of other people I’d like to find, but that’s all I can think of right now. Maybe this will become a regular feature for me. It’s nice to indulge those old feelings and memories sometimes. If any of the people I mentioned here ever read this, please send me an email- wonderwillow@gmail.com. I want to know where you went.
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In other news, I think my random adult acne is clearing up. Hooray! I’ve been using this clay-infused face wash from New Seasons made by Collective Well-Being. It makes my skin feel so nice! I also purchased a Desert Essence blemish stick, and carry it in my purse. I have been applying it whenever I remember, which means sometimes in class and sometimes at Zac’s birthday dinner at Sagetarius. Bad manners? Maybe. Clearing up my skin? I think so! Why oh why have I been breaking out so much now, at age 25, when I made it through my entire teenage years virtually pimple-free? Am I being punished? Grr.
It is possible that the longer I am Without Boyfriend, the worse my appearance becomes. Skin: bad. Hair: bad (I need a haircut in a major way, and I’ve stopped using product in case it was making me breakout, so my curls are very sad.) Clothes: bad. Well, they’re not especially bad, but I’m pretty bored of them, and I have zero money to buy the drawer full of new sweaters that I am craving. Plus all of my lady friends are such cutie-pies I feel downright dowdy in comparison. This is probably not really boyfriend-related at all, but you know. When I was with AJ I felt like a stone-fox, and now I feel very blah. Wow. This is the most I have ever written about my appearance. I hope that long-lost friends that may be reading this do not think that I am still a high school girl. Yikes!
Okay. Enough of this. I have to do homework or I will feel very guilty about watching LOST all weekend with Mikey and Josh.