Jahahahahaha (Mexican Laughter)

Best Facebook Message I've Ever Been Sent Goes Something Like---

"Yeah so I deff just face book stalked the hell out of you lol, went through trevs friends just had to say sorry about being short with you to day I was late to getting my rabies shot. Nice seeing you tho..."


I appreciate this. The nice touches like, getting his rabies shot. Must be protected from those crazed mooses.

Rolling.

When I'm on the road, little ideas about how to describe the things I see, feel, hear, smell and lick are so much easier to think of because I have so much time, and since I fail at thinking of things on the fly, those little fleeting thoughts just get sucked out with the raging wind coming in the car windows as everything flies by at 75 miles per hour.

And.

When I'm on the road everything seems so far away. It's almost as if I'll never see the same people or places, because all I can see is this new land roling past me.

And.

When I'm on the road and I'm away, it's as if somebody pushes a reset button in my brain. It used to happen all year, never settling. But I don't know if I like it now...

And.

When I'm on the road at night, anything seems possible, and it is. But I have to deal with the consequences, especially if it was trouble that was playing its hand. So I can store them away, those consequences, and try and forget them in he morning. But fate never really likes to be forgotten. And there is always a road near at hand. Ready to make or break you.

And.

When I'm on the road, I always want to take you with me.

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.

Shot my lover as she tried to run.

I'm starting to experiment with stenciling and I feel like I'm going to whip up a batch of wheat paste for something eventually when I get the time to create out of my head. But it looks like I'll be a bit busy for the next couple weeks. There are major advantages and disadvantages to traveling in the Summer.

Advantage: See new places, won't be stuck at home, meet new people, won't be lonely

Disadvantage: Won't always be going to the places I want to see or visiting the people I want to see

Today I went out and bought sidewalk chalk, spray paint, beads, fabric, string, nail polish and temporary tattoos. Everything I could want to make my mark. But nobody to do it with. But I don't think it matters since I won't be around. I leave this weekend. And then have soccer camp I think? And then Tennessee...which is an interesting state I guess, but only in certain parts. Plus, since I'm older I feel like it gets harder for my relations to relate to me. Not that they have since I turned...thirteen. Oh well. In there somewhere might be my hearing, but who even knows. All I want to do is swim, for a very long time, 'til all my skin peels off and I'm as brown as an Indian.
Speaking of making marks, if I accumulate a rose for every birthday I'll have 33 plants by the time I'm 50. That's an incredible amount. I want to try.

I just made a chocolate beet cake. It's uber delicious and the only way I will ever eat beets. Ever.

One summer I want to try to wear white every day from the beginning of Summer to Labor day.

Anybody willing to help me cover some songs next open mic should. I desperately need a guitarist. You can be the M. Ward to my Zooey.

17

That was an incredibly lengthy weekend. I feel the need to vegitate all day, so I must. Besides, I now have a copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy that I highly recommend to anyone with a soul. I didn't get it for my birthday, well maybe I did. I dd get a fantastic drawing kit for my birthday and a beach boys CD and a rose bush...don't judge me, I wanted it, and other lovely gifts.

A synopsis:
I got back from 4-H Congress Thursday, which was a horrible and boring experience exactly like last year. Then I slept.
Friday: A-Todd arrived
Saturday: Went to a Bluegrass festival, because I love bluegrass with all my heart. Again, stop hating. Was going to Rave but that was whack. Ran around Lunchburg in a tiara screaming "That's a Low Price" ...must remember that special occasions do not reason drug use
Sunday: Continued the camp tradition by hiking 6 miles around Holiday Lake
Monday: Visited Nature Camp

Late as usual

Hey My Birthday!

I was batman!

Light and Dark

The body is hung from the blue gallows of the sky. Strung up in its noose at the tip, at the almost breaking of dawn and then slung up into a lightening sky, it chokes all day. The orbiting Earth, drawing the great spherical head of the Sun up into the sky from its body of space. Raising it, for all the land to see, of its death upon the ground below, a show for the millions. The head is drawn down at sunset, and cut loose from the gallows, the body as a whole then resting below the ground. Day after day the Sun endures this death, rising from the dead at sun rise and falling back, it's death taking only a moment to the Sun, but a whole day for Earth's people. The eternal rise and fall and glaring rays of a dying man's face causes the masses to squint as they stare up into the noontime surrender, when the Sun's final breathe catches, deep within the lungs and the eyes close, slowly, slowly, across a darkening sky.

Tumultous Times; Turning Tables, Turning Tides

How do I even start to describe, the turmoil, the sudden, unexpected turmoil of Summer.

Something I vaguely remember about what I thought would be all
sweat
cabbage moths
long starry nights
love
tiger lilies
long gravel roads
lemonade
birthday candles
hands to hold
thoughts to ponder

Turned into some wandering loss.
Good night.
Won't be back for a while.
Come visit.
Soon.

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