Today, being October (I originally wrote September; I'm very happy it is October now) 8th, I am happy. Yes, because I am crazily indecisive, I doubt I'll finish the day with this ecstatic high, but for the time being, I will exhaust it on my blog.
So I woke myself up this morning at 6:23 am and refused to go back to sleep. There I sat in my bed in not a whole lot of cloth, writing songs. I sat for an hour until it was time for me to get ready. I got dressed and organized and felt very pretty despite my hair desperately needing a cut. I still feel pretty. This is a good feeling.
I dropped my mom off at work (which will continue until I can persuade her to not give Bethany the sonata due to her excessive bad luck with Hyundai cars) and had nothing to do until 9:50. By this time it was 8:34 and driving down College Ave. sounded pleasing. I did so and ended up behind a boy I know and in front of a girl I know. It was all very strange, but eventually I completely forgot about it. By this time, I was sitting at Wilson Park, watching small children run around on a jungle gym, forgetting that they would have to take a dismal nap after their exploration pleasure.
A police officer pulled his car up next to me and my heart started getting a high strung. I don't have a vendetta against police, but they just scare the hell out of me. He asked me to leave because a person had rented out that area of the park for that morning.
I had no idea people could rent parks. So I went on. And drove. Drove to the college, drove past Arsagas, drove past the businesses and the people in their suits. I sat in the parking lot at Barnes and Noble for half an hour, before I went in to talk to my manager, Pat. Pat was not there because his grandmother had died. So I did not work today and I do not know if I will work tomorrow because Pat has not yet called me to tell me about my schedule. This was unfortunate, but I will survive, I'm sure.
I left and drove down the interstate and once again, passed my exit. It was a mistake, for sure, because the skies opened up and scolded me for wasting gas. I could not see and missed another exit. Starbucks sounded like a good shelter, so I barricaded myself inside while the rain continued. My friend Joey gave me free coffee because their power was out and it was all they had left, which was fine by mine. I did not have money any way and was counting on Joey to give me free coffee in the first place. He and I caught up a little because I had not seen him in a while. I miss him very much, I think. He was a good friend. That's him up there. We were on Dickson St. in April 2005. He bought his cherry flavored cigar for 69 cents. I like that I can remember that.
The rain let
up a little, so I went home to my cave. As much as I have avoided the cave lately, I am glad I can enjoy it today. It's very beautiful. The weather is perfect: the rain is consistent and loud, overcast and dark, the highs all week are in the low 70's. This greatly contributes to today's happiness. And I played the piano today. I don't play the piano, but for not playing, I think I wrote an entirely good song.
I hope joy is filling your heart today, too.
So I woke myself up this morning at 6:23 am and refused to go back to sleep. There I sat in my bed in not a whole lot of cloth, writing songs. I sat for an hour until it was time for me to get ready. I got dressed and organized and felt very pretty despite my hair desperately needing a cut. I still feel pretty. This is a good feeling.
I dropped my mom off at work (which will continue until I can persuade her to not give Bethany the sonata due to her excessive bad luck with Hyundai cars) and had nothing to do until 9:50. By this time it was 8:34 and driving down College Ave. sounded pleasing. I did so and ended up behind a boy I know and in front of a girl I know. It was all very strange, but eventually I completely forgot about it. By this time, I was sitting at Wilson Park, watching small children run around on a jungle gym, forgetting that they would have to take a dismal nap after their exploration pleasure.
A police officer pulled his car up next to me and my heart started getting a high strung. I don't have a vendetta against police, but they just scare the hell out of me. He asked me to leave because a person had rented out that area of the park for that morning.
I had no idea people could rent parks. So I went on. And drove. Drove to the college, drove past Arsagas, drove past the businesses and the people in their suits. I sat in the parking lot at Barnes and Noble for half an hour, before I went in to talk to my manager, Pat. Pat was not there because his grandmother had died. So I did not work today and I do not know if I will work tomorrow because Pat has not yet called me to tell me about my schedule. This was unfortunate, but I will survive, I'm sure.I left and drove down the interstate and once again, passed my exit. It was a mistake, for sure, because the skies opened up and scolded me for wasting gas. I could not see and missed another exit. Starbucks sounded like a good shelter, so I barricaded myself inside while the rain continued. My friend Joey gave me free coffee because their power was out and it was all they had left, which was fine by mine. I did not have money any way and was counting on Joey to give me free coffee in the first place. He and I caught up a little because I had not seen him in a while. I miss him very much, I think. He was a good friend. That's him up there. We were on Dickson St. in April 2005. He bought his cherry flavored cigar for 69 cents. I like that I can remember that.
The rain let
up a little, so I went home to my cave. As much as I have avoided the cave lately, I am glad I can enjoy it today. It's very beautiful. The weather is perfect: the rain is consistent and loud, overcast and dark, the highs all week are in the low 70's. This greatly contributes to today's happiness. And I played the piano today. I don't play the piano, but for not playing, I think I wrote an entirely good song.I hope joy is filling your heart today, too.
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