Leave off

So the other day, I asked my mom as a gag would it be okay if I went to art school? And, her face sort of dropped after the question was asked, but then I waved her off and told her I was joking. No, but really, I don't belive there is any talent in me to waste my time going through art school. Art and nature can coincide, but when I go to college fairs my first question is, Do you have an environmental science major? And then I move on to, Well what about scholarships? But, what if don't even know, what the bloody wang I want to do.

Jesus.

So anyway, I figured out I could twirl a small kitchen knife in my free time. And then I reconsdered practicing before some and more turned into not having a thumb to hold a gun with.

Yesterday, I went out to sit outside of Baines and just sit and read, with my dog, in the heat, but then she wouldn't sit so I took her to my mom and whn I got there her first comment was "Your shorts are too short". It's 100 bajillion degrees outside mother, I'm not dressed like a skank, and besides, I have proof that you were just completely off the handle when you were younger, so just leave off. Leave me be.

You know those days when you feel like you've been underwater, ten feet underwater all day? You figure your dead and then you get off the couch to get a drink of water and your eyes slowly roll back to the front of your head but you still can't shake the teaspoon of water you have stuck in your ears? Yeah, I know the feeling.


I guess I should pack soon. It's going to be a hell of a drive. Expect really long texts about nothing in particular.

Woody Allen is a good storyteller.