hear them talkin' bout me

That last post was a little much.

In other news, people are literally going crazy on the streets. Driving around today was pure chaos. If I never have to go grocery shopping again, I will be a very happy woman.

And, I've been listening to a lot of new music that I think I should make mention of. My album of the day is Welcome Joy by The Cave Singers. This band's from Seattle, made up of old Pretty Girls Make Graves members, and is whimsical. Favorite tracks are "Hen Of the Woods" and "Beach House." Absolutely beautiful collection of music. Think warm hardwood floors and rusty spokes on a bike covered in ivy. You fix up that bike, sir. You ride it.

brambles

I don't know why, but I am only able to write on this when I'm home. I suppose it's because I relate the two together - I started writing here so I may as well finish writing here. Not that I will finish. Can blogs be finished? They're not like poems or short fiction (which are never really finished either, just published). Anyway(s).

If you didn't figure it out, I'm home. In Baltimore! It's rather nice. I don't remember the last time I saw consecutive hours of sunshine. It's not cold but it is windy, which isn't pleasant.

Things I haven't been missing:

• The house. This is in utter shambles. Still.
• My room. It's small and now filled with plants. Ferns, trees and a cactus garden.
• Narrow and busy streets at all hours. Having to drive everywhere.
• Having dishes to wash.
• Darlene sending me on random errands.
• Being alone during the day.

Things I have been missing:

• My new(ish) bed. It's soft and has wheels which I can't explain.
• Bastet and Sheba the kittens. Even though they may have flees. I don't want to know, really.
• As much as I hate being out on the streets, I do appreciate the light and noise. It's constant and puts me to sleep.
• Making my own food. Sandwiches, potatoes with cheese, chipped beef gravy. Down-home stuff.
• My crazy ass friends, all of whom are inappropriate in every way and rude.
• Darlene, even though she is equally as insane. It's amazing how much more you love your mother after you graduate from high school.

I am missing other things. Like you and him and them. To say much more would be bitter but omission is betrayal and god forbid there was much more of that.

To bed? Probably not. I guess I'll continue reading Stephen King's Cell. That's the kind of person I am these days. A Stephen King person, whatever that means.

old bay

I'm a libertine. I'm single for the first time in a long time. I'm a woman in interesting times. I'm a product of mass consumerism but I've planted my own garden. I'm able to drive wherever I want, listening to whatever radio station I'd like to. I can run away. I'm a student and I can legally drink. I enjoy America's favorite passtime and am lucky enough to live on the coast. I can hangout with whoever and write whatever the hell I want.

Folks, I'm feeling just fine and for once in my life I have no plans.

i don't know what i can save you from

Things I dislike:

1. Driving.
2. Living 30 minutes away from civilization.
3. Flash floods.
4. Dial-up internet.
5. Sleeping in a cold room.
6. Being completely alone for an entire weekend.
7. Watching and scoring 8 soccer games in a row.
8. Playing guitar.
9. Not being able to sleep until 4 a.m and then sleeping in until 2 p.m the next day.
10. Everything long-distance.

Things I like:

1. People who are never content. (Aka: the emotional ones.)
2. Fuzzy and stolen hotel blankets...on my bed.
3. Hon Fest weekend.
4. Green Tiffany lamps.
5. The blue heron hanging out on our pier.
6. Salami sand mayo sandwiches.
7. Looking forward to travel plans.
8. Rehearsals every night, all night.
9. Large bottles of White Zin.
10. Peanut butter on apples.

Big News

I wish I had more things to say, however, I am grumpy.

1. Learned how to drive manual at 4 in the morning and only stalled out once.
2. Applied to work at a girls sleep-away camp in Maine called Wyonegonic.
3. Accepted to Ohio State.