Sour apples are sweeter

Feb 26, 2005 17:59

So, I still have these nightmares, but they're changing. In them, I can say "no" now, and it means something.

Some people want to do everything themselves, but they know they can't, so they let other people do some things. Then, they get frustrated because the other person isn't them. I want to be my own boss, but I don't want to do too much, and get bitter.

Trevor was driving down the road and some hick named Huckleberry cut him off on the dirt road after tailgating him, and then he drove really slowly after that, turned the truck sideways blocking the road, and cursed him out. Paul, the guy who works on the Yurt with us, knows him and is buying a car from him. Today we went over to our neighbors' and found out that Huckleberry is schizophrenic, but that he has a normal identical twin brother, just like in I Know this Much is True . Also, our neighbors, one of whom is a doctor, thinks Steve has some sort of mania problems. They don't get a long at all. Supposedly I'm exploited. I had no idea about this animosity. I'm not sure how I feel. We've got to talk about money, Steve and I.

We chased the llamas for over 2 hours today. I have been upgraded to uberhick.

My nana and I are going to Carlsbad Caverns, White Sands, and McCauley Hot Springs, among other places. April 14 I am outta here. April 28 I am in New York. May 3 I am in Harper's Ferry. May 4 I am hiking! I am hiking in a skirt.

One of these summers, I am going to go on a long canoe trip in Boundary Waters/ Quetico. Come with me. I don't like the stern.
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