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In the very near future I will try to write about the crazy tripping madness...but that takes so much thought and work -I want to do it when I actually am feelin' it...

So the horn has yet to be found. Shmrr...I don't even know what to feel about all of THAT. Also - it turns out that Uncle Brooke has his pilot's license. He flew me in a single engine 2 passenger plane. I was definitely not expecting that. It was a pretty cool experience. Flying is really off the wall, and I came to some interesting conclusions.

This past weekend was super fun. I had a few more crazy experiences.
Wednesday = Start of my Spring Break...I hung out with some cool kids and bought a half of some INCREDIBLE blueberry and G13 - Eddie took an 1/8 of it off my hands...yeah - I have some money again.
Thursday night = Get Jeremy with Melissa, go to Victorian's for a crazy open mic/outdoor smokeout. Then - Irish Drunkeness (good whiskey, Guinness, Killian's. Yum.)
Friday night = Drug Experimentation Relapse with Jeremy/Cheap vodka drunkeness/No sleep till 9 am then awake by noon.
Saturday = Crazy Shishkabob Barbeque with more G13 and some skunk and then lots of good vodka.
Sunday = Sleep till 2 pm with Jeremy and slight hangover.

Otherwise, as of 10 pm last night, I am back in Medina through Easter evening. It's not so bad, I am going to be making some money - and I have already visited with Gabriel and an old fellow or two from high school. Tomorrow should be a Rick day - I love those.

I just get the strangest feeling being in this city...I don't know - at least it isn't for too long.

Gabriel's was super fun and relaxing tonight. He listened to my babble and it was much, much appreciated. I saw his artwork with new-ish eyes and it meant even more to me than before. I think that in the past year or two I have done a good amount of maturing, and in the past month or so I have had a very new perspective on things. Like - before I tripped I had a lot of crazy thoughts - and when I did trip they were essentially reitterated, but much more strongly than when they were first introduced in my head. Two of his newer pieces were beautiful, and the one that really rocked me was this one:

In the recent past I have come to the conclusion that the American Dream, the "dreams" I had in childhood that were molded and based only on what I saw (tv, my family and school in Medina), and even what I thought I wanted for myself up until a little over a year ago are practically NOTHING that I want or have the capability of doing right now. Satisfaction, gratification and happiness are not going to come from any of those things. I am so grateful to be confident enough in that thought to spill it out on here and just about anywhere else. The piece above screamed that very idea to me. Gabriel, you're incredible.

I don't know - I think a lot of people might think I have a "drug problem"... and the last week has been pretty heavy on substance, but I am in Medina now - with very little weed and next to nothing in the alcohol department...and I'll be here all week...I'm not jonesing for the substance - just the company.

Alright - I have to be up in a little over 2 hours for day one of Bullshit Week. Day one should have been today, but instead I slept till 5 pm.
*Tuesday - Drop off car with Dad at the ass crack of dawn. Ride with Mom to her school and help teach crazy middle school kids and be a glorified chaperone from 8 am to 4 pm. While there - I will try 3 new Conn 8d and probably not be very happy with any of them...mine was bomb ass. After "work" - Find Rick, get high. Go to a concert at the high school around 7 and see everyone who means zilch to me and have to pretend to be happy to see them.
*Wednesday - hopefully have the car back, drive to mom's school and do the same shit from 11-4. Play a brass rehearsal at the church from 6:30-9ish for the Easter Service on some french horn that obviously isn't mine. See more of those people... the group of folks who coincidentally lived in the same city as me through my childhood - and therefore are THRILLED to see me. shmrr...By the way, I'd say that currently 1 out of every 30 people in that group actually mean something to me. Go home - seek out someone to possibly hang out with, probably just sleep.
*Thursday - Rinse and repeat - minus the church. HOPEFULLY drive to Columbus for the evening and get some sanity back into my life.
*Friday - Nothing...until I have to sing at the Good Friday Service...please note that while I am not a practicing Christian - I have to "make music unto the Lord" so I don't see my mother's face crumple when she only has 2 altos.
*Saturday - Maybe I'll be a good sister and chill with the twins.
*Sunday - Easter Fucking Madness. Play 2 services, eat at grandma's, back to Columbus at night.

I think it's really funny how church oriented my week is...considering the thoughts I have been having about religion recently...trust me, now that's irony folks.

ok - I need to kill a beer and a half, fold some laundry and maybe nap for an hour before starting Bullshit Week Day 1.

this reminds me of the Flaming Lips...slightly...it's not quite evil-looking.
I have a great pirate ninja picture of myself that will probably become my new avatar.