False aspirations.

I wish I could rap. Or maybe just beatbox.

Somebody train me in that art. I want to be a young grasshopper, that will one day grow to be a great gangsta artist.

Maybe I could make my own style. Like nerd-hip hop. Weird Al may have already patented that. Damn.

This is silly. I don't really mean it. Just a spur of the moment thought that I decided to blog about, because I am bored and waiting on this early Tuesday evening.

Damn.

Reading machining and tectonic plates.

God, could Jack Kerouac be any more of an english genius?! This book, Desolation Angels, is wisdom in fiction form. Im obsessed. Can't get enough. I mean, listen to this:

"Music blends with the heartbeat universe and we forget the brain beat."

AND THEN:

"God how old we get and some of us go mad and everything changes viciously- its that vicious change that hurts, as soon as something is cool and complete it fall apart and burns-"

And believe me, it doesn't stop there. I could bore you with a million other quotes I jotted down on scrap pieces of paper. If you take any of my advice ever, read this book.

Registered for some classes today. So happy to be going back to school...even if it is just part time. Part time is better than no time. And one of my classes is on the geology of earthquakes, which I am thinking is going to be extremely fascinating. I feel that earthquakes are quite relevant to this world all the time. And ever since I was a young lass, tectonic plates have captivated me.

I know, I know...nerd.

Also, going to go see Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros on Thursday. I might possibly explode from happiness. I want to be them.

Different levels.

Brand new respect for bubble bears and beta fish.

My admiration for Jimi Hendrix has been rejuvenated, and I feel I will never see a sky the same way.

I have a new fascination for plumbing supply stores as well as top floors of hospital parking garages.

Connections made, ties broken.

This might make no sense to you. Just go with it.

Morning clarity.

I have been opening at work twice a week and due to my lack of transportation, I have been walking at 5:15 in the morning to get there. At first I was dreading this, but there's something about it that I really enjoy. Walking that early in the dark of the morning, where barely any cars are on the road and I am free to jaywalk. There is silence in this early hour and because my day has barely started, my brain is just beginning to function, and there is a certain clarity that comes to me. Lately there has been a cool wind lapping at my face as I walk, balancing out the heat my body generates from my legs moving so briskly. I wish I could wake up that early every morning and not be tired throughout my day. But at this time in my life, there are far too many late nights of fun to have the strength to awaken myself that early everyday.

The Void.

"My life is a vast and insane legend reaching everywhere without beginning or ending..." Desolation Angels, Jack Kerouac.

Seriously, cant get enough of him this summer. Such a unique style, and the things he has to say...

Summer is winding down, and even though that's such a bummer, there's something about these days that I really love. Things seem more calm and settled. But not so settled that these days are still. There's just enough chaos around to vibrate things a bit. I like this air.

Middle Aged?

Got off work. Made some tea. Ate a cookie. Put on my PJ's. Reading some Jack Kerouac. Falling asleep while the sun is still out.

I kind of feel like Im 45 years old.

But honestly, I couldn't ask for anything better right about now.

Just this stillness. In my bed, with my tea and my book, under the warmth and protection of my multicolored quilt.

Oozing brain.

Once upon a time,
I lifeguarded a mostly empty pool for nine hours one day, then seven hours the next two days.
And then I lost my mind.
The end.