Backpacking was a blast, though it rained off and on all weeeknd, there were times of beautiful blue sky highlighting the bright red leaves. Sure we got lost for an hour, sure we heard gunshots all weekend, sure the gas line was thumping the ground all night, sure we had to walk through water in the bog…all great times had by all!
So I bet none of my roomates even read this, which i think is kind of funny, I could be posting all kinds of things about them on here and they would never know even though it was only a click away.
I still don’t believe that anyone reads this and actually gives a crap, except my loving mommy, she is cool. She makes good applesauce. I made spaghetti today…Raelson ate a sandwich and tequitos…he eats a lot of things that are overly processed and frozen…I swear he is going to die from freeze poisoning.
I typed a paper at Beaners tonight, good place, free internet, nice atmosphere, good drinks. Hanging out in a coffee shop listening to Belle and Sebastian made me feel so hip. I should have had some sort of crazy latte, or new exotic tea, Should have been wearing tight corduroys, some indie band shirt, or 1970’s thrift store find, thick frame glasses, been writing some social commentary, or poetry, or sketching, or working on a social justice plan to get Calvin to use fair trade coffee. My stuff should have been in a messenger bag either plain black or decked out in politically active patches, or more indie bands. I should have taken a smoke break to burn a djarum down and then hopped on a moped to cruise home to my place in east town where my artsy roomates were awaiting my arrival with a snack of ginger beer and organically grown salsa and blue corn chips.
Instead I sat there with my new backpack from EMS, my large cup of caramel apple cider, wearing cargo pants from old navy, a calvin shirt with a gap fleece that my brother found over it. I typed my IDIS 205 paper on my “craptop” that i got for free from a friend that i decorated with fancy paper, magazine clipping, and decoupaged it all together. My cell phone was neatly tucked away in the special pocket in my bag, I packed up, hopped into Raelson’s Toyota Echo and came home to my townhome by the Jolly Roger Ice Rink and found my roomates watching city slickers 2 “the legend of Curly’s gold” on cable.
Why isn’t my life more dramatic? Why don’t I have daily adventures? when will I be sitting in a coffee shop and make eye contact with an amazing girl interested in Art, watching the Discovery Channel, cooking, tea, Movies, Backpacking, and folk music? When do I become that person that catches everyone’s eye? Every day I come home to my fish tank, they are all still alive, I guess that is all I can hope for.
I am just glad everyone is still alive when I get home. Maintaining life is all the excitement I have right now.