two days to go.
moving has become a mass panic. i got the trailer yesterday and successfully made it back to santa cruz. when i say successfully i mean i only hit one gas pump. i'm sure i'll be driving big rigs in no time.
my bike couldn't fit much tighter in the damn. thing. i have about an inch between the fender and the door. unbelievable. we're good to go.
i just need to pack and get the car/trailer loaded and then that's that. my last day of work is in six hours and i'm tired. i'm tired of running around and not being able to enjoy the 70 degree sunny day because of choices i made a long time ago.
the goodbyes have started and won't stop until i leave after the living legends show sunday night. it's fucking sad shit. these people opened themselves up to me and now i'm out. and it's good that i'm going...but good kids are hard to find. bahhh...i'll stop rambling.
i stopped by MfA headquarters yesterday to drop the table off that i had borrowed. when i was there i met with a few of the peeps who run it and they asked me to start writing a blog for the website and be in charge of getting a street team going in chicago. fuck man...i love this. the best part: if it's more than 10 hours a week they'll call it an internship and give me college credit. hazaa!!!
that's it. i'm tired and have an upset tummy. and i keep singing hardcore...because i never stop singing. hey...maybe someday i'll write a song about you.
moving has become a mass panic. i got the trailer yesterday and successfully made it back to santa cruz. when i say successfully i mean i only hit one gas pump. i'm sure i'll be driving big rigs in no time.
my bike couldn't fit much tighter in the damn. thing. i have about an inch between the fender and the door. unbelievable. we're good to go.
i just need to pack and get the car/trailer loaded and then that's that. my last day of work is in six hours and i'm tired. i'm tired of running around and not being able to enjoy the 70 degree sunny day because of choices i made a long time ago.
the goodbyes have started and won't stop until i leave after the living legends show sunday night. it's fucking sad shit. these people opened themselves up to me and now i'm out. and it's good that i'm going...but good kids are hard to find. bahhh...i'll stop rambling.
i stopped by MfA headquarters yesterday to drop the table off that i had borrowed. when i was there i met with a few of the peeps who run it and they asked me to start writing a blog for the website and be in charge of getting a street team going in chicago. fuck man...i love this. the best part: if it's more than 10 hours a week they'll call it an internship and give me college credit. hazaa!!!
that's it. i'm tired and have an upset tummy. and i keep singing hardcore...because i never stop singing. hey...maybe someday i'll write a song about you.
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When you put it that way, Chicago sounds pretty great. And yeah, I do like Santa Cruz, but I have definitely had times when I didn't. I think I'm able to be nostalgic about it because I've been gone for a while (and to a place that couldn't be more diametrically different). I was so ready to get out when I came to Scotland, but it wasn't long before I started to miss it. . . because of the weather and my friends and the comfort of knowing a place. . . all of which you'll have at home. So I commend your decision. It sounds like you know exactly what you want. Even if it means I won't have the pleasure of meeting you face to face.
So good luck on your journey. . . may there be red bull a-plenty and minimal falling asleep on the road.
two people pulled over on the same night/ to look up at the same stars/ they both found their wheels were spinning/ in a soft shoulder/when they got back into their cars/ they missed fate's appointed rendezvous/ and then a whole lot of time went by/ and finally they were done/ worshipping the landscape/ and they put down their hands/ and moved into the sky/ and they had barely said hello/ and it was time to say goodbye