London is Looming

Monday, July 16, 2012

Stress related explosions in the morning. Tension soon subsided as steam was released. Picked up a knife, shoes, tools, flashlight, and lots of socks. I also went to Toshe to pick up a power converter. Language barrier at the campground before bed.

Sleepy Times

Sleepies not at dark times but at sun times. G-Ma on the phone and London talks. Watched a Canadian Pilgrim's progress with some NJ friends. Drawing faces is fun. Wheezy Waiter helps me forget about the stress of flying in 2 days.

Potent Perplexities

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Sometimes memories stalk as shadows in broad daylight, taking human form, or inhabit life in some other physical way. Shadows stretch long and thin even with the sun at its apex. All is not horror, though. Genuine friendship is still to be had, and old friendships remembered are more precious than silver. "Parting is such sweet sorrow"--goodbye always comes too soon: "I love you guys!!--ok...this is gay."

Lonely On Purpose

Sometimes I purposely post somewhere I'm sure almost no one will see. There are certain eyes I want to avoid...even though I still want my post to sort of be public. It's an interesting desire...one that cannot be easily explained.

I complicate even myself. Maybe what I really want is someone who cares enough to figure me out and help me figure myself out. Someone who really cares and who I can trust with anything...who wants to hear everything I have to say...and enjoys hearing it. Hears it without judgement and just stays with me, even after I've told them everything. I guess that's sort of too much to ask for.

I think I want that too much.

Park With Da Boyz

Friday, July 13, 2012

"Wow! She's so perfect. If only she was...but it doesn't matter. I'll never meet her anyway." Robots in the park make me miss girls I've never met.

Coiled Electricity

Thursday, July 12, 2012

All day on a couch in the middle of nothing. Lights blow out and we fix them, wire cutters in hand. A smallish girl from Paraguay can speak no English. I talk to her through Google Translate. House of Heros is a worthy friend to spend the day with.

The Couchiest

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

2:30 is a random hour to wake up. Spanish "Hotel for Dogs" and dinner with our friends from Paraguay make a day. Twitter rules my time with my best friends online. An interesting new Scorpion keeps talking to me--her red hair is alluring. "Can't Hardly Wait" both distracts and catalyzes my dream for a damsel.

Bachelor Party Part 2

Eggs and bread over the fire, and Stephen sick in the background. Daniel checked out early, looking like a surfer from the 70s or "Easy Rider," before we went and shot some guns. Overpriced shooting range with a nice guy, and weird tall Taco Bell for dinner. Snoozed in the car and dropped off David. Discussed girls and screwy home situation with Mitch on the way home, where I had pizza and watched the All-Star game with Dad.

Bachelor Party Part 1

Monday, July 9, 2012

Politics in the Scion for me and the Coop. Fire grass met us in the woods, and four old friends were reunited. We talked of prohibition underground, until we got a Reuben and a Rachel at the Manheim. Stephen got drunk that night while we blackened some dogs and searched for sticks. We covered him in towels while he heaved.