First, Hunter. He just randomly started messaging me on Facebook. Apparently he’s really good friends with Kelsey, who happens to be one my Best Friends AND the person I’m going to California with on Sunday. He also adores City & Colour—which most people don’t even know of—and started asking me questions—my favorite way to get to know someone. So, I guess that’s pretty cool. I just wish he would spell out of his words; it’s hard for me to decipher “text talk” sometimes.
Second, this random kid at Barnes & Noble named Kevin. He’s younger than me, but Virginia and I met him in the Psychology section., and he makes for a good conversationalist We had a good conversation about doctors, philosophy, life, etc. I don’t know if it was his shaking or the visible scars, but I knew I couldn’t just let him walk out of the store without knowing everything would be okay.
Today has been interesting. I woke up at ten past noon which was nice and all, but I hate missing out on the morning. I might hate waking up, but the morning is the most relaxing time of day. Everything is so quiet and untouched. Unsullied. Anyways, I’m in a…writing mood. I feel some sort of nostalgia. Maybe it was the random text message from a friend I haven’t talked to in over three years. Maybe it’s the music. Maybe it’s the lighting or the smell of the air or it’s just how I feel—calm and alive. It reminds me of the summer before freshman year. I always felt so carefree and I wrote all the time, but there was always the steady dose of uncertainty.
“How are we going to beat England on Saturday? Easy. Pull all our players back past midfield, then dump 10 million barrels of crude oil on their side of the field. Then when shrimp fisherman are scrubbing the English players with toothbrushes to get the oil off, Landon Donovan can run up and score. Go USA.”—Cody Michael Foster, oh my. I miss you, best friend.
“I struggle with my feelings about the Church in particular….in terms of religion, I’m very religious. I was raised Catholic. I believe in Jesus. I believe in God. I’m very spiritual. I pray very much. But at the same time, there is no one religion that doesn’t hate or speak against or be prejudiced against another racial group or religious group, or sexual group. For that, I think religion is also bogus. So I suppose you could say I’m a quite religious woman that is very confused about religion. And I dream and envision a future where we have a more peaceful religion or a more peaceful world, a more peaceful state of mind for the younger generation. And that’s what I dream for.”—
or maybe you do, but I miss you so much I want to throw a toaster at a wall.
Anyways, I’m sitting in a hotel in a city right outside of my favorite city: Chicago! The drive—a grand total of eight hours including the major detour our wonderful GPS set us on—was exhausting, so now I’m just eating pizza and chillin’ like a villain.
My stomach feels like it got kicked by a mule. I wish my body didn’t get sick every time I ate something :| But thus is life.
Time to read some more Wie Eine Alaska and then head off to sleep.