Red Letter Year - July 14th, 2006

So I did so many things today that mean so much, and yet it's the stupid shit that makes me feel more about anything.

Let me explain.

This morning started out with waking up to my alarm to take my mother to work.  I then sneak off to have breakfast before I go to Target to get some boxes and batteries (for my airbed that I'm packing, so I have something to sleep on when I arrive wherever I'm going).  I then go to the DFL garage sale to drop things off and see Scott.

I leave just a little teary.  My iPod randomly begins to play Sunday Morning and that song hits my nerves...

So I return home and begin to avoid doing any more cleaning or packing (which now I have to do tomorrow dammit).  I go pick up my mom and we go shopping.  I find a pair of jeans at Old Navy for 1.97.  I shit you not, a 1.97 pair of jeans, which fit loverly.  I also bought 3 2$ tank tops.  With it hitting 97 degrees today, I decided fuck the fat arms, I am wearing a damned tank top.

We shop for hours before we finally return home with enough time to change before going to the car show.  The Bad Boyz Car show has a Friday Night Drive where they go and drive a few mile stretch of Division Street for two hours whilst thousands of people are seated on the sidewalks, kinda like a parade of cars.

We were seated about 20 feet away from a group of men wearing "EVENT STAFF" shirts.  They had a water sprayer and were spraying down the pavement so people could burn out without doing a shitload of damage to thier tires.  So I think it's way cool right?  Burnouts galore!  Until my mom's friend comes over and says they just made the shirts yesterday and they aren't part of the show in any way.  In fact, the cops had put out on all the radio stations NOT to do burnouts or you'd get a ticket.

So the cops come by the first time and tell them they can't have the sign.

Then they come by again and start pulling over cars they catch doing burnouts.  But it was sweet.

Now I am home and I have time to sit with all my thoughts.  My skin is warm from sitting in the sun watching cars for three hours.  When I close my eyeys I can feel it tingling...I see people's faces as they wander across the underside of my eyelids and I get so scared i'll forget things, or people, or places.  I'm scared that someday everything that was once so familiar will become a distant memory, just humming in the base of my skull before getting lost forever.

I am also kinda stoked about everything.  I mean, I'm just packing up some bags and living from couch to couch, in a town I don't know, so I'll spend all my time just wandering the streets and trying to meet as many people as I can.  I'll be so out of my comfort zone I might just forget where it is.

But I am still scared.  I'm so scared that I don't know whether to cry or scream.  So scared.

maybe you and i
will meet again someday
i've been known to
come down this road
call it destiny
and then again
maybe not
i don't know