Saturday, November 30, 2002
It's so freakin' weird.
Pop in Brandtson's "Fallen Star Collection" while i get on to I-205 North, and it's july all over again.
Drive over the Longview bridge with Denison Marrs' playing, and it's june all over again.
Step into the deli and smell the chowder cooking.. it's summer again.
It's weird being back in this house, and watching the kids again. Granted, i'm not working at the deli, but last night i did put together my own sandwich. crazy. Then of course i read over my blog from this summer, and that brought a lot of stuff back. Last night when I drove past the Shell station I even looked for bank boy's car. no such luck.
I don't have anything else to write. I have to figure out something to do with these kids this afternoon. It's almost too cold to go play at the park.
Oh yeah. My mom's trying to convince me that I'd be a great PA. The idea is tempting.. 'd have completely free school, and that woudl take a big load off of my parents.. but I'd have to go on walkabout, which I'm not exactly keen on doing. No wait, i'm majorly opposed to it. hiking for a week. a 5-7 mile hike. run and dips. 24 hour solos in the wilderness. Hmm... But, again my mom says it's just another challenging and growing experience I could have as a college student. I've had plenty already, and this would just add to it. It would just be something I'd HAVE to do, to be able to do what i WANT to do. Plus, my mom said if i knew it was coming up, I could prepare for it. I think i'd be a good PA, and everyone thinks I would, too... I dunno, we'll see.
"But you would rather sit
and you would rather stare
Floating along aimlessly
While your orbit takes you nowhere
Let's get lightyears away
From all the things that people say"-Denison Marrs
Pop in Brandtson's "Fallen Star Collection" while i get on to I-205 North, and it's july all over again.
Drive over the Longview bridge with Denison Marrs' playing, and it's june all over again.
Step into the deli and smell the chowder cooking.. it's summer again.
It's weird being back in this house, and watching the kids again. Granted, i'm not working at the deli, but last night i did put together my own sandwich. crazy. Then of course i read over my blog from this summer, and that brought a lot of stuff back. Last night when I drove past the Shell station I even looked for bank boy's car. no such luck.
I don't have anything else to write. I have to figure out something to do with these kids this afternoon. It's almost too cold to go play at the park.
Oh yeah. My mom's trying to convince me that I'd be a great PA. The idea is tempting.. 'd have completely free school, and that woudl take a big load off of my parents.. but I'd have to go on walkabout, which I'm not exactly keen on doing. No wait, i'm majorly opposed to it. hiking for a week. a 5-7 mile hike. run and dips. 24 hour solos in the wilderness. Hmm... But, again my mom says it's just another challenging and growing experience I could have as a college student. I've had plenty already, and this would just add to it. It would just be something I'd HAVE to do, to be able to do what i WANT to do. Plus, my mom said if i knew it was coming up, I could prepare for it. I think i'd be a good PA, and everyone thinks I would, too... I dunno, we'll see.
"But you would rather sit
and you would rather stare
Floating along aimlessly
While your orbit takes you nowhere
Let's get lightyears away
From all the things that people say"-Denison Marrs
Monday, November 25, 2002
I don't want your words right now, as a consolation prize.
All i want is my music. That's all that can help.
All i want is my music. That's all that can help.
There I go. I'll slip into my music.
It's for everyone else and not me.
I'll just go complain to myself.
It's for everyone else and not me.
I'll just go complain to myself.
