Sudden Rambles Of A Crumbling Mind
I'm appearing suddenly and briefly to say, yeah I am here and alive and just as amazing and special and scattered and windy as I have ever and always been. I can't tell you everything that has happened since I last posted and certainly not since I said anything meaningful about myself, because that would just take too long and be too much work anyway. However, here is a brief sum up: Caleb came, the SAT came, the Ball came, to that many people came, lots of jollity there, discussions of extemporaneous poem writing, extemporaneous poem MAKING on my part, discussion of joy vs happiness with Mr. Reese, briskly walking arm and arm with The Phantom (he was surprisingly small), IPOD! grasshoppers, I'm going to shave my head btw don't you think thats a great idea? AND The Park! Problem was, The Park was only a hope in my mind and not a reality. Until Tuesday, on which glorious day, I went to the park. And so did all many of my good ol buddies and more distant friends, there were some faces sadly missing and that loss was deeply mourned by us. We then made a neat little movie about me, and Caleb, and Josh, and Joy, and Esther, and Sarah, and Elya, and Courtney, and Shelby, but mainly me. Scouts after that. Then me at Wal-Mart, it was a happy time. If you had had the misfortune of being in the Nac Wal-Mart parking lot at 8:30 that night, you would have seen a man, very tall (and, despite his dishevelled appearance, shockingly good looking) with a sad look in his eyes and a smile on his face, kneeling there beside his car, waving in an amiable manner, and puking quietly. I am now well again, Thank You Lord!
I earned some money today, 25$ to be exact, and this of course fills me with great delight. Only 305$ left for Philmont, YAY!
And now, off to bed, and then off to work, and then off to San Angelo for the week, farewell from the scattered mind of me,
taTa
I earned some money today, 25$ to be exact, and this of course fills me with great delight. Only 305$ left for Philmont, YAY!
And now, off to bed, and then off to work, and then off to San Angelo for the week, farewell from the scattered mind of me,
taTa
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I think "THE SICKNESS" is running through the Fearing family. First Mary, then Andrew Ross and myself, and who knows what next. That's odd. If ever there is a disease running around, I'm not the first, but I always get it. I spent all last night puking and being restless.
Whoa, 12:49 AM? I didn't know your mother would allow that sort of behavior from you.
Well, nothing else that I could rightly say. cya
Is it ever convenient to be sick? No, yes it is. Like when your supposed to take a test. :-) Aren't you supposed to put the dollar sign before the number? As in, $50? I dunno.
~JCP
Now I'm kinda glad I DIDN'T go to the park. If I had, I might be regurgitating at this vera moment.
And this is NOT a good time for that. If ever there was a good time for such things, this isn't it.
I'm sad that I can't go to San Angelo. It's no fair that Cada can go and yet I can't.
You all will be missed and mourned by my lonely and bored self.
-Bree-
Really? Sweet! A chance to do something spyish.
It would probably take all of you guys to get me on though.
"Uhg! This bag is reaaaly heavy."
"Oh? Well, what's in it?"
"Ah...ha.. nothing realy just some junk."
We'll see you guys soon!
I have nothing enlightening to say, but I figured that I might as well say it anyway, thusly:
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