i love my family. sometimes i want to punch them, a wall, them, or myself what with the things we say and do to each other. but they are my everything. they are my strengths and my weaknesses and my flaws and the things people can fall in love with. they are slices of me, i am orange peels of them. my parents, my brother, my cousins, my aunts, my uncles, my non-blood relations. they molded me and for that i can only love them. because what else can we do to say thank you? hallmark doesn’t make cards that big.
next, i love living near a beach. i think about people in utah, and allentown (shoutout), and kansas sometimes, and i wonder what they do all summer. i mean yeah, we all have malls and amusement parks and pools and stuff, but when that stops being fun what do they do? i mean we can just go down to the beach and bullshit around with fireworks and towels and maybe bonfires. but what about them? field parties? tornado cookouts? it really worries me sometimes.
seriously if anyone who reads this knows what the middle-zone beachless americans do for fun when everything else is boring please tell me. i’m losing sleep over this. just kidding. but if i was losing sleep i would just go to the beach and listen to the waves. SERIOUSLY WHAT DO THESE PEOPLE DO?
on that note, i love sleeping. i think maybe gradfest helped me realize this. i mean, yeah, seeing everyone for the last time is fun and all and balloon animals are(n’t) pretty cool and playing poker in the cafeteria is mind blowing and all, but shit, i am a first rate bitch at 3 in the morning (ask ian and hannah). seriously, i guess it is different if you are at a party and use a certain liquid to make your sense of time feel invincible but that was not the case at gradfest. the case was that the hypnotist saved me from mass murdering the happy graduating class of 2009.
on that same note- let me just add another shoutout to the dumbasses that came to gradfest obliterated. it’s time to grow up kids, it was one night. if a person needs to indulge to a point of embarrassing themselves before a school function, the LAST school function, then they are gonna have real issues when they are older and have to attend stuff that is even more painful. hello future childrens’ swim meets, soccer games, kindergarten meet-n-greets. i can smell the blooming alcoholism, and it smells like cham-pag-neigh.
anyways, i love music. now that may sound a bit general. but honestly, and i have written about it before, this stuff breathes through me, it pulses and sways and fills me. getting a new ipod for graduation (RIP original gangster) has renewed a sense of purpose in my driving, social, and personal life. i can match a song to my mood and fall right into it. have you ever noticed that with the music you love, you place yourself literally into the song? ok well i do that.
lastly, i love writing. i know most of everything i put on here is whimsical and not as potent as, say, a college essay or graded paper. but i type with my two fingered never-took-a-typing-class way because i want to word vom all over this thing. i gotta share, so its not all inside. because that was part of the problem before.
i hope you understand.
Hey, Carcar.
I got bored and wandered here from Facebook.
When I lived in Texas we’d go hang out in the desert at night. The stars were always so bright and it was warm and dry. We’d listen for coyotes. Some kids would hold field parties where they’d drink and run around with glowsticks and fireworks. My friends and I would sit around a fire and tell circle stories, where you just built on top of each other’s stories.
Otherwise, we could go to DQ for a “TexaSize” soda or something. They’re like 64 oz. Texas loves DQ and it loves being ridiculously fat.
But yeah, that’s basically what we did. Either desert, dessert or smoking pot.
Love and Facebook-stalkery,
Charchar
BTW, people in landlocked countrys think that it isn’t so bad and wonder what people do here (partially because I lived in Kansas, Oklahoma, and Texas) and partially because I still talk with a few people at these places. Mainly they go to cities and shop, they go to malls, and they go out to dinner, and they trek to places like Corpus Christi so that they can hang out by water. Some people have swimming pools. I remember the girl that lived next door did gymnastics and her parents bought her a bar so she could practice doing bar in her backyard. And one year during a tornado her trampoline flipped over our fence and landed in our backyard the next morning. I think it was just a storm, but a tornado sounds WAY more bad ass. Actually I remember another girl in another state that was also crazy into gymnastics. Either that or they churn butter. I like to think they sit around and churn butter for fun.