So, I stayed away a day. A brief hello to the nether-world of internet.
This post may take me two hours to complete, because the internet shuts off every thirty seconds.
Currently, my dad is traipsing about the roof, taking down our Christmas lights and I just could NOT resist the opportunity to inform you all of our belated de-decorating. As the Valentines' Day hearts go up around the house, my mom has finally decided to order down the remnants of Christmas.
On my desk are three packets, addressed to USF, Mills College, and Seattle Pacific. At the conclusion of this posting, I shall pick them up, cradle them in my twitching arms, and send them off to the criticism of their recipients. And then we shall see if I have a future.
Last night I had a nightmare that I was a Disney princess performing on a large stage. I had a plastic knight on a white horse and everything. My dress was long and pretty and pink and my hair in those perfect little ringlet curls. But as soon as I stepped off the stage, the crowd rushed me and my audience ripped my hair off my head and broke my crown and knocked over my knight. His arm shattered off. It was bizarre. They were angry, for I was feeding them lies about Happy Endings. So I let them rip me apart. And I was left looking like something from Cinderella pre-Fairy Godmother.
Only Cinderella still looked like a princess in her rags.
On my journey home yesterday, I had a long talk with my dad about life. We discussed romance and Don McLean and motorcycle road trips and treks across the sierras. I feel enlightened, and inspired to keep walking. To keep moving forward. To rest in my high school room and muse over old notes, letters, love stories. And to wait, and keep waiting, for another fall of rain.
"And in the streets the children screamed,
the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
but not a word was spoken.
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most: the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
the day the Music Died."
3 comments:
That is a terrifying dream.
Grad school apps are also up there on the list of terrifying things. I'm really scared about my upcoming interviews.
The music isn't dead yet, and I don't want to miss that train. If it is All Quiet on the Western Front, and the train has left, and the levee is dry, then it is already over, "and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee." (J.Donne)
hahahahahaha
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