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| So I really enjoyed my vacation. I relaxed, I drove a lot, I smoked a ton of weed, I came home. That's about it, with the added highlights of:
Lisa, Jared, and Chris in VA
Vast quantities of National Shit, epicenter of America, provided by millions of Americans taking themselves seriously, all for my personal entertainment, for free, on drugs.
Hiking in Tucquan Glen
Blunt to the dome, then tunnels
It's a Vacation, bitches!
I've been doing a lot of good thinking, especially pursuant to conversations with Carli Gerber, Ross Weaver, Ben Jackson, and Will Thomas. For example, I decided to stop selling drugs, then I bought a pound of weed. But it makes sense if you're me. But seriously, I am reevaluating lots of shit, but I don't even really feel like talking about it.
Why? It's none of your business. Well, I mean maybe it is, but the only person I really feel like talking to about it is L.N. McCrae, the artist formerly known as my girlfriend. You see, she knows me.....like, she will know what is important to me and whatnot. I like her a lot, and I wish that she was back already.
Anyway, I think I'm going to go chill in my car, smoke a cigarette, and listen to NPR until I decide to go to lunch.
Yeah, that's tyte that's tyte.
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| I just got back from working at Friedenswald for the weekend which was, like, way better than I expected. Very healing and refreshing. But also lonely. I found myself being happy to be at Camp, but wishing to have certain people with me. Have you ever been really close to someone, then lost touch or went away from them, and you think about it a long time after and you still miss them? Seriously, it's like I have a hole in my self. I'm bored at work, and I think I'm going to leave early. There's no third shift, so I shouldn't have to be here tonight, in my opinion. Thank you, God, for Camp and Carli Gerber. And also for inspiration, which I got a little taste of Friday night. Give me more of that, and some peace. I want to go to sleep. | | |
| Being single. I mean, there's pros and cons but mostly I miss Ellen. And I miss Ellen's boyfriend...because he and I are not the same right now. I want to be him again. Also, I can't believe I'm starting another semester while working full time. Am I crazy? Umm....yeah, that's definitely true. Apparently certain personality traits and habitual behaviors cannot be overcome by personal will. That, or some people just have a weak-ass will. Umm...yeah, that's definitely true. Oh, he's so cryptic. Or just stupid. Umm...yeah, that's definitely true. I just finished reading a very sweet book. It should be required for like, loads of classes. Umm...yeah, that's definitely true. I read my Service Coordinator poem in one of the MLK thingies today. It was kind of cool....but mostly I was just nervous and wasn't sure how people would react. There's this dude in my African History class that was there, and he makes me nervous because I think he thinks I'm racist. Which is funny. But also kind of awkward. We had this discussion about using the word "tribe" to refer to African people groups. I said it was probably OK given the lack of widespread alternatives. Comparing it to the contemporary use of the word "Indian" when talking about Native American people groups, I was coming at it mostly from a deconstructionism-isn't-really-that-sweet perspective, but I think this dude thought I just didn't give a shit about the negative historical connotations of the word. To be fair though, I really don't give that much of a shit about anything. Umm...yeah, that's definitely true. Another crazy thing is that the main chapel today (which was very long and sweet) actually had a kind of big impact on me. I've been getting in to rap about selling drugs and shooting people a lot, and I guess I didn't realize how little I questioned the violence in it. I mean, what the fuck.....I think I just stopped being a pacifist because I was too lazy. Well, fuck that. I'm a pacifist again. Violence isn't that sweet. Umm...yeah, that's definitely true. I should really be working on shit right now....especially.....well yeah especially for that reason. Umm...yeah, that's definitely true. | | |
| I did it. I fucking did it. Thank you, Ron Johnson. In case you're confused, I got an A in Oral Comm, which brings my GPA above 3.2 which means...... I got my PLA back, bitches! All them haters can suck my dick. Full time job and I still did it! Now let's hope they don't try and fuck me over on this.....I have bad luck with Goshen office people. All a gangsta do is stay fresh... | | |
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