I went to the lake this weekend and had a wonderful time, and I've found that it is possible to have fun with a bunch of crass 55 year old drunk people, gives me hope for the future.
Sunday night we rode on a boat home after dark and it was absolutly beautiful, the way the water just seems like ink that parts as the boat pushes through it, the quiet of it, it's amazing.
Yesterday JP and I stopped in a gas station and next to the Bobby Lebonte and Dale Earnhart Jr. figurines there stood something similar to this
it was awesome! I love cheesy, cheap Jesus stuff. It seems so demeaning. For those of you who may be religious and find this offensive, I don't mean it in the sense that I think Jesus is a joke, I think that it is a joke that people who are religious and do hold so much esteem for Jesus would ever actually want to own something like this that one can buy at a gas station for 12 bucks! (coincidentally, it was 60 dollars on the website I found the picture on, although the one in the store was plastic and the one on the website may have been wood, but still) so I had an excellent laugh over this, it reminded me of when I was staying in Austin, the girl I stayed with Jessi, she had a picture of this exact thing on her refrigerator, and a friend at work had gotten handy on the computer with it, there was a word bubble coming from Jesus' mouth that said, "knock knock" then a word bubble coming from within the door saying, "whose there" and Jesus saying, "It's Jesus. LOL." This picture made me laugh and instantly bond with Jessi, I was glad that she could appreciate this sort of humour, and the LOL was just so absurd that it was perfect. If I had bought the plastic gas station Jesus, I would have made small word bubbles saying exactly that and taped them on there, but I decided against it.
Last night it rained so hard that when I was driving home I had my windshield wipers turned all the way up and I still had to lean forward and practically press my face up against my windshield. That pounding kind of rain that fills the streets up like rivers within minutes and gives the air that sting of asphalt smell. I love rain like this in the summer. And it made me remember a memory I haven't thought of in a long time, it was the summer I was 17, July actually, and I was in love with a boy. There was a trampoline in his backyard that had served its true purpose when he was a kid and was then used by all of us to sit on and drink and such. One night this boy and I were out on the trampoline alone, making out, and it started raining, little drops turning into big plops on our face, he said, "i guess we should go in" and I said, "lets stay" with which he just got this big grin on his face, we started kissing like crazy, all over each other and the rain started pouring harder and harder like it was last night, almost to the point that it stung our skin, my hair was plastered to my face and I could see droplets on his eyelashes and lips when I looked and our clothes were literally stuck to us but we stayed and stayed until the rain was coming down so hard that it reddened our skin, only then did we finally run to his basement, when we ran in there we stood in front of his twin brother and friend just staring at us, mouths gaping, me-i might as well have been naked with my shirt painted on my skin and my nipples hard from the cold and him, well, it was more than obvious what we had been doing. But we just smiled at them and acted as though this were perfectly normal, for us to come running into the basement at 2 in the morning, soaked to the bone and disheveled. I thought I was in love that summer, it seems like a whole other lifetime, a whole different person. Now, I don't even know where this boy is, and it doesn't even matter, it is kind of funny when I think about it now, but when it rains hard in the summer I think of this and I'm still glad for it.
Everyone go give StarGirl17 some love please, I hear she has been going through some hard times.
Sunday night we rode on a boat home after dark and it was absolutly beautiful, the way the water just seems like ink that parts as the boat pushes through it, the quiet of it, it's amazing.
Yesterday JP and I stopped in a gas station and next to the Bobby Lebonte and Dale Earnhart Jr. figurines there stood something similar to this
it was awesome! I love cheesy, cheap Jesus stuff. It seems so demeaning. For those of you who may be religious and find this offensive, I don't mean it in the sense that I think Jesus is a joke, I think that it is a joke that people who are religious and do hold so much esteem for Jesus would ever actually want to own something like this that one can buy at a gas station for 12 bucks! (coincidentally, it was 60 dollars on the website I found the picture on, although the one in the store was plastic and the one on the website may have been wood, but still) so I had an excellent laugh over this, it reminded me of when I was staying in Austin, the girl I stayed with Jessi, she had a picture of this exact thing on her refrigerator, and a friend at work had gotten handy on the computer with it, there was a word bubble coming from Jesus' mouth that said, "knock knock" then a word bubble coming from within the door saying, "whose there" and Jesus saying, "It's Jesus. LOL." This picture made me laugh and instantly bond with Jessi, I was glad that she could appreciate this sort of humour, and the LOL was just so absurd that it was perfect. If I had bought the plastic gas station Jesus, I would have made small word bubbles saying exactly that and taped them on there, but I decided against it.
Last night it rained so hard that when I was driving home I had my windshield wipers turned all the way up and I still had to lean forward and practically press my face up against my windshield. That pounding kind of rain that fills the streets up like rivers within minutes and gives the air that sting of asphalt smell. I love rain like this in the summer. And it made me remember a memory I haven't thought of in a long time, it was the summer I was 17, July actually, and I was in love with a boy. There was a trampoline in his backyard that had served its true purpose when he was a kid and was then used by all of us to sit on and drink and such. One night this boy and I were out on the trampoline alone, making out, and it started raining, little drops turning into big plops on our face, he said, "i guess we should go in" and I said, "lets stay" with which he just got this big grin on his face, we started kissing like crazy, all over each other and the rain started pouring harder and harder like it was last night, almost to the point that it stung our skin, my hair was plastered to my face and I could see droplets on his eyelashes and lips when I looked and our clothes were literally stuck to us but we stayed and stayed until the rain was coming down so hard that it reddened our skin, only then did we finally run to his basement, when we ran in there we stood in front of his twin brother and friend just staring at us, mouths gaping, me-i might as well have been naked with my shirt painted on my skin and my nipples hard from the cold and him, well, it was more than obvious what we had been doing. But we just smiled at them and acted as though this were perfectly normal, for us to come running into the basement at 2 in the morning, soaked to the bone and disheveled. I thought I was in love that summer, it seems like a whole other lifetime, a whole different person. Now, I don't even know where this boy is, and it doesn't even matter, it is kind of funny when I think about it now, but when it rains hard in the summer I think of this and I'm still glad for it.
Everyone go give StarGirl17 some love please, I hear she has been going through some hard times.
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do you realize that you're exactly a year and a day older than me?
and my grandma's b-day is the 18th.
and my mom's is the 4th.
lots of january babies - and all hotties too!
nice jesus - i love that religious stuff, even though i'm terrified of the religions they represent.