Ashley called twice from Alabama and it’s always so nice to hear her voice. Mere weeks are between now and when we can spend two weeks together in the contented bliss we have when we’re together. Nothing is anything like that feeling of “everything’s perfect, life is good, and I feel complete”.
After and before the calls from Ashley I was deeply engrossed in Matthew Good’s At Last There Is Nothing Left To Say. It’s a delightful book that I think you should all hunt down. I hadn’t read it since 2001 when it came out and my roommate Nathan bought it. I decided to steal it for summer reading material.
Here’s a sample of a side note:
Immeasurable Losses of the 20th Century: numbers 4 through 6
4. The element of surprise
5. Your imagination
6. I’ve forgotten six
I even read through all of dinner and until my mother arrived home.
When she did return home from getting groceries I bestowed a printout of my marks to my folks. My saviourly charm, my honest sorrow, and their understanding ways turned the situation into a rather ok talk about me taking some time to figure out what I need to do and them besicly saying they’ll support my decisions and all that.
Know what I’d love to do? Relocate to Ottawa or Montreal for a year. It’d be rather nice, I’m sure, to be able to experience life outside of Nova Scotia for a while. Perhaps I should consider that.
Why do old speakers sound better in general? I have some from the 70’s attatched to my stereo (through which my computer’s sound travels). Those hang from the wall and the newer ones sit on my desk to either side of my laptop…
I’m getting sleepy in this warm cave even though I had a giant mug of coffee not long ago.
A new Strong Bad E-mail is now up at HomestarRunner.com. It’s loading for me right now…
Ah, a true classic. It’s a great Monday night tradition for most of my amigos, so y’all should give it a try.
I’m talking to the ever dashing and pick bracelette wearing, lone male disciple, the enforcer of the enlightened, and one of my dearest friends, Mr. Sascha Richer (riboflaven to the LJ world). About asthma (which I once had) and random things. He’s a mighty fine person to talk to, and he certainly needs to visit me out here again sometime.
I have a bit of a beard growing. I’ve become increasingly lazy in my shaving habits, so I may actually let it grow in and keep it for a little while. It’ll certainly be gone by the time Ashley comes here. Between now and July it could become frightening 😉
In an effort to be more organized in my journal keeping I’ll now be keeping all quiz results here in a backdated entry so you won’t have to see them on your friends page.
The weather is looking poor for work this week, sadly. I hope it’ll be nice enough to work tomorrow though, as I do need the money for the bare bones living I do.
Organic scents and coffee, real life and art, friendship and true conversation, books and maple leaves, sleep and long deep forest walks, a bed to sleep in and warm thoughts to dive into slumber with, waves and wild winds, a sweet voice and words that ring true, listeners and those who become perfect company, food and air for life, all the things that are or once were free and the things that will always require effort but give back the most all that is what truly matters.
2 comments on “…the car is on fire and there’s no driver at the wheel…”
strong bad is great! My favorite one would have to be the one where he starts to rave.
Tina L.
Trogdor ones are my personal favorites.