i flew out west to see what the pacific was like

flying WEST over the rockys


wandering the desert


baywatch sunset


clubbing at AVALON of Los Angeles


clubbin it up in San Diego with cuz, jay and artie


aint cali without a palm tree

more rain and what else is new?

So I spent my rainy Friday afternoon at the DMV and I almost stroked out when the man at the desk told me I had to pay this huge gigantic sales tax for New York state since I bought my car in PA. All that money to pay for a state where the streets have pot holes the size of craters that threaten the lifespan and durability of my car each time I drive over them?? For those split minutes as we tried to haggle back and forth ways not to have to pay more money on a vehicle I paid in full last August (…unless you’re telling me the value went up because it was I who owned it!). The price went down from $845...do know you where I could have gone in Europe for that? Many nice places!! I ended up with a more reasonable tax, and while my mind wandered away from throwing a tea party, I was instead distracted by the fact that my plate number being handed to me was now 2486. 2 4 8 6 those numbers follow me around everywhere! So I suppose it’s a sign, I didn’t have to move back to P.A. to seek greener pastures and eventually settle in with a car mechanic in Clarks Summit. Instead I’ll be hitting those nightlife streets dodging potholes and foreigners. It is meant to be.

my mind is like a box of chocolates

you never know what you're gonna get!!

so i see i have a comment posted from someone on this blogger who is adverising deer hunting.

whats up with that??

anyway, massive exhaustion following 13 and 1/2 hours of being in the hospital resulted in a strange kick in high voltage energy when i got home that even my cuz on the phone said i needed to do something to mellow out and fast. i rebooked my California plane tickets which gives me an extra day next week so perhaps that was part of the excitement. This weekend I intend to watch Baywatch reruns, listen to the Beachboys and perhaps bleach out my hair in preparation for next weekends trip.

my work sched is looking decent enough to plot out some other road trips.

oh yeah, and some girls from my h.s. want to go meet up at mcfadden's tomorrow.

can you imagine!

thats the same intended location for SCRANTON reunions.

how can worlds keep colliding like that?

it isn't fair. i don't know. anyway, i can't make it cause I actually have a date with a former -whatcha-ma-callit-idon't-like-to-say-cause-i-never-liked-comittment-anyway-so-i'll-say-dude/friend-who-i-used-to-hang-with-in-college-and-still-talk-to-millions-of-years-later.

thats all the blogging for now. i'm going to try to keep mellowing out and sleep! g'night moon, stars, cotton candy and bell jars.

you feel like you're going where you've gone before

Drip drip drip I hear rain and I'm sitting at home on a Friday night because there were actually too many options tonight and I decided me and my pillow would be truly the best way to unwind.

work is keeping me...occupied, amongst other things and I'm learning how to speed dial and even make decisions for people who ought to know way more medical stuff than me.

i will not vent about work, this is not what the weekend is for.

i will perhaps vent about my inability to put the past behind me.

The Past is a good thing, i like The Past. see looking back I can honestly figure out and understand myself a heck of a lot better than present. i never really get why i do what i do presently, but in my hindsight it can be pieced together. sort of.

but just this week The Past, from sophomore year of college (THREE years ago if you do the math), has come back to reinvent intself in my present and not only had it requested a readmission in my so called life i think it wants come commitment or something. it also knows exactly what i am not capable of, so why did it ask?? why now? and have either of us changed enough to even let this come across as a possibility?



in comes the tune of coldplay...

Oh brother I can't,
I can't get through
I’ve been trying hard to reach you
'cause I don’t know what to do
Oh brother I can't believe it's true
I’m so scared about the future and
I wanna talk to you
Oh I wanna talk to you

You can take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that's never been done (antarctica!)
Are you lost or incomplete?
Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?
Tell me how you feel?
Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak (japanese, russian and australian accents are HARD to understand)
And they're talking it to me
So you take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that's never been done
Or do something that's never been done
So you don't know where you're going and you wanna talk
And you feel like you're going where you've been before
You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored
Nothing's really making any sense at all,
let's talkLet's talk, let's talk, let's talk.

By the way I thought The Devil and Angel were tricky enough to handle, now I have the whole United Nations to deal with.