April 25, 2009

One of the happiest days of my life.

Three of the best people in my life and I,

piled into a car called Monty.

We bought subs and harassed Jack at work.

We kicked off the journey to Jesus of Suburbia.

Epic.

That giant freaking moose in that yard;
tell me you remember?

And defiling a mansion, just because we could,

and there were no other cars on the road.

We waded in a creek and Mike fell.

He had to go commando in a pair of Blaine's pants,

and Blaine and I had to hold up towels because the boy had already

exposed himself to the world once, whilst peeing by the side of the road.

My shorts got soaked and I wore a blanket I found in the trunk as a skirt.

It's still in my room, along with that swimming polo.

The one that Blaine got so pissed at me over, because

I bit a hole through it accidentally.

We listened to acoustic songs the entire ride home,

exhausted.

We drove an extra five blocks

just to finish Wonderwall.

When we got back to the attic we collapsed in a pile

and took a nap.

Mike, Sam, Blaine, Ange-Jack showed up at some point.

I think he tried to wrestle people?

I was half asleep. So content.

One of those perfectly peaceful days. The ones where you don't wanna shower the next morning, cause you just can't stand the thought of washing yesterday out of your hair.

My Muse

I'm getting my first tattoo soon. It's a lyric from one of my favorite songs of all time: "Starlight," by Muse:

You electrify my life, let's conspire to ignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive.

I'm gonna have it going down my spine in a Courier-typewriter sort of print. And I'm excited in a big way.

In Inches, In Miles, In Laughter, In Strife

I looked at my blog posts from a year ago. Starting from the tenth of January until about the middle of February almost every single one I wrote was about a certain individual in my life.

It all started with an art field trip to an exhibit called Life On Mars. I spent the entire day with my best friend. The entire day we joked and flirted and basically opened the door for a whole slew of feelings that neither of us were prepared to deal with. By the end of the bus ride home we were curled up in the seat together, our fingers lightly intertwined. Later he would tell me that if we hadn't been in front of so many people he probably would have kissed me right then and there. I wished he would've anyway.

We hugged tightly before we parted and promised each other that we would find a way to get together the next day, to work the whole situation out.

Needless to say, we worked it out.

To make a rather long story short, here we are, 12 months later. 12 months. 525,600 minutes (so what if I only know that because of RENT?). 1,000,000 hours in the car. 10 billion stars. 1,000 stupid arguments. 1,000 sincere apologies. 8 mixtapes. 6 CD slots. 4 houses. 4 beds. 2 showers. 2 living rooms. 2 dining rooms. 1 kitchen. 1 attic. 1 vacation. 1 new ceiling. 1 adventure book. 2 crazy, retarded, very much in love kids. 1 insane journey. 1 insane year.

And many more to come.

A Ditty For The Back of a Napkin

I'm giving up my walking shoes

as the wind and the waves wash away my blues,

You help me lose track of time.

Rock and roll, you're holding me,

rocking in your arms by a rolling sea

It was easy making up my mind.

I can see forever in your eyes.