this morning, roaring down the highway at 75 with the windows down and the wind blowing through my hair, i realized something. i realized it as the smell of green grass and the smell of a morning preparing to be scorched by the sun entered my flaring nostrils. i realized that it is in times like this that it's good to be alive and that i'm glad to have been put here. 4 tires, a steering wheel, an open road into the countryside and open windows are all i need to feel truly alive. summer mornings before the heat waves rise off the pavement, blurring the horizon. summer evenings where the ground is still warm from taking the sun's beating all day. these are my fondest memories.
i was going through my "misc. clothes" drawer trying to find clothes for tonight's frisbee game when i came upon a lot of old t-shirts that i don't wear anymore. i still have a fondness for them, but they remind me too much of a time long since past. and they kinda don't fit me much anymore. i know it's stupid to say that a shirt cannot be worn because it simply isn't me anymore, but that's just the way it is. so if anyone is in the market for slightly used t-shirts (i.e. a jesus fish that says SKA in the middle) feel free to come over and peruse. i'll try to get them all together.
it's always been my habit to get rid of my past as soon as i can. i keep one or two things, but i think that's due more to chance and circumstance than favoritism. my teenage mutant ninja turtles, gi joes, he man figures, they are all gone. as are my POGs and NERF toys. i sold them all...do we see that capitalism ruins the past as well as the present? i had a point i was trying to reach with this...oh well...ah yes, t shirts. whatever.
my english teacher said he liked my jittery, scatter-brained writing style i used on an in-class essay i wrote yesterday. this gives me courage to write all those essays i've been putting off...but can i keep my mind rambling and making a point for 10 pages? geezus, we'll see. i did mange to spit my brain onto paper for a good 2 pages in about 30 minutes about the duality of man...could be i could do one on Plato's Republic, sorry plato, i'm gonna have to do it to ya man. hope there's room in your grave to roll over.
music:pretty girls make graves, bright eyes, the anniversary, drown culture
