Squirrely Feeling
Well I'm sitting here listening to a soda can.
I think I may qualify as pathetic. Or dull. It's better than listening to the squirrels in the walls...
There aren't squirrels in MY walls, but how fun it would be. I developed a theory because of this. There is a treadmill in my head with a nut on a string on the end of it. It's just slightly out of reach of a demented but determined squirrel running on the treadmill. This treadmill powers my brain. Sometimes after running for days on end my squirrel collaspes and dies only to be replaced by yet another squirrel, this one more neurotic than the last. I've decided to name my current squirrel Bobby. There's a kid in my art class named Bobby. He's a hippy and he likes to touch my hair.
This squirrel theory actually came to me several weeks ago. At this point I haven't noticed any squirrels in the head but rather a slimy substance oozing from my brain. It has found it's place in my throat. I call it phlegm.
Okay so that wasn't the best description of my current condition. I'll just say I feel like shit. And I can't talk. I might have the flu.
In other news I had much fun this weekend. Well, mostly on Friday. I went with Edric to Swayzes. Swayzes wasn't terribly fun, it was mostly when we got out of that place that I felt alive. We ran across the road in the dark and kept running on the sidewalk on the other side of the road till we noticed a fuzzy feline was on our trail. This kitten followed us all the way to the bookstore, stopping every now and then to roll around on the sidewalk. Anyways I think it went to join some people at Starbucks. Hopefully they took it to an animal shelter.
After this I found myself sitting in a deserted parking lot singing all sorts of wonderful songs with Edric. The song that never ends, Bright Eyes stuff, The Beatles, and Mr. Rogers(the theme song thingy) and much more! And then my mother came by to pick us up. And the fun had ended.
I can't describe the overall picture of my life at the moment, such a difficult task to undertake. It's all so overwhelming to even describe the trivial events of today. But I'm liking this new life. And hating some parts. But I think I can finally live again. Only problem is I want to take everyone along with me, and they are so unwilling to go. So much pain, what a struggle. I can't give up though. I'm not allowed to do that anymore.
I prayed one night. Desperately, the kind of prayer where I had to scream it all out. Everyone I know and don't know was included in this frenzy of emotion. But mostly my Tommy boy and Edric, and some Chris's and my brother. And everyday things are happening. I don't know what to make of it. But Lord, I praise you! You are so beautiful. You make this life so worth it.
Indeed
I think I may qualify as pathetic. Or dull. It's better than listening to the squirrels in the walls...
There aren't squirrels in MY walls, but how fun it would be. I developed a theory because of this. There is a treadmill in my head with a nut on a string on the end of it. It's just slightly out of reach of a demented but determined squirrel running on the treadmill. This treadmill powers my brain. Sometimes after running for days on end my squirrel collaspes and dies only to be replaced by yet another squirrel, this one more neurotic than the last. I've decided to name my current squirrel Bobby. There's a kid in my art class named Bobby. He's a hippy and he likes to touch my hair.
This squirrel theory actually came to me several weeks ago. At this point I haven't noticed any squirrels in the head but rather a slimy substance oozing from my brain. It has found it's place in my throat. I call it phlegm.
Okay so that wasn't the best description of my current condition. I'll just say I feel like shit. And I can't talk. I might have the flu.
In other news I had much fun this weekend. Well, mostly on Friday. I went with Edric to Swayzes. Swayzes wasn't terribly fun, it was mostly when we got out of that place that I felt alive. We ran across the road in the dark and kept running on the sidewalk on the other side of the road till we noticed a fuzzy feline was on our trail. This kitten followed us all the way to the bookstore, stopping every now and then to roll around on the sidewalk. Anyways I think it went to join some people at Starbucks. Hopefully they took it to an animal shelter.
After this I found myself sitting in a deserted parking lot singing all sorts of wonderful songs with Edric. The song that never ends, Bright Eyes stuff, The Beatles, and Mr. Rogers(the theme song thingy) and much more! And then my mother came by to pick us up. And the fun had ended.
I can't describe the overall picture of my life at the moment, such a difficult task to undertake. It's all so overwhelming to even describe the trivial events of today. But I'm liking this new life. And hating some parts. But I think I can finally live again. Only problem is I want to take everyone along with me, and they are so unwilling to go. So much pain, what a struggle. I can't give up though. I'm not allowed to do that anymore.
I prayed one night. Desperately, the kind of prayer where I had to scream it all out. Everyone I know and don't know was included in this frenzy of emotion. But mostly my Tommy boy and Edric, and some Chris's and my brother. And everyday things are happening. I don't know what to make of it. But Lord, I praise you! You are so beautiful. You make this life so worth it.
Indeed
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