If you know something about me you probably know that one of the things I have to do when I go home is see the water in Seattle. It's one of the great con's of living in Spokane that there is a fairly distinct absence an area that holds billions of gallons of saltwater resulting in a lack of ocean-ness. And ocean-ness I need. I haven't even had the chance to see that precious water yet and already I feel its effects - calmness, fragrance in the air, a boost in creativity, and an inspiration to take on new challenges. Like the lamp next to my bed that doesn't work. I'm going to fix it. Right now.
And I'm a genius. Granted, having the correct type of lightbulb, and ultimately any lightbulb at all is that was needed but someone had to take a look under that lampshade.
I drive the speed limit now. It's crazy, I never thought I would be one of those people, but when I get on the freeway I actually set the cruise control to 2 over the posted limit, find a cozy spot in the right lane and watch the rest of humanity fly by me. It sounds infantile but you actually get to see so much more of the world and people - driving becomes so much more relaxing when I'm not having to focus because I'm going 20 faster then everyone else. Plus I'm not worried about police and I'm saving a buttload of gas. Win win win win type of situation.
I went back to my old highschool today - a place where evidently progress has yet to pay a visit. The football field has the same holes (or sandtraps) it always has, the track is still a reddish clay, the hallways are cement and there's a huge picture of me hanging in the foyer even tho nobody who goes there would know who i am anymore. One of the more surreal moments was walking down the main hallway and looking at the pictures of graduating classes. I came to mine and laughed when I realized there were three more after it. Maybe no progress, but time is another story...
Going to test applecare tomorrow. It would be nice if they gave me a new macbook....
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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From what I've seen the people haven't changed much either. It's kind of disgusting. At least I don't go there anymore. Yay for public school! Welcome home again.
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