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Sunday was completely boring, just utterly dull and mundane and lifeless. Due to it's lack of, well, anything, I went to bed at 10:30 P.M. Ten thirty pee emm! Not even when I was in elementary school did I go to bed at such an early hour. This is what it must feel like to be Mormon? I should just move my ass out to Utah and find me some wives. It didn't even take me the usual couple of hours of thinking and wondering to drift off. Just head, pillow, sleep. Around 1:30 in the A.M. the phone rang, No one else was home at this time, so I got up to answer it and just barely missed it. It was Chrissie. Somehow I guessed that. I reckon Kris's gypsy telepathy is sorta rubbing off on me. I wanted to call back, but due to previous times I thought it's best not to. So I ended up heading back to bed. I woke up twice in the morning, but couldn't pull myself out of bed, so I ended up waking and getting ready for the day around 3 in the afternoon. It was way too much sleep. Not what I'm used to at all. So Rick calls and says he's playing hookie? hookey? hooky? Whatever. I was homeschooled, so I never got the chance. Anyhow, I'm ready and had apparently subconsciously sent out a telepathic message to pick me up because he's already on his way to my house and just around the corner. Just as I was walking out. Mail. My cousin finally sent the 60 bones he owed me. Cool. I think to myself "I'm going to spend everylast penny on me." Something that I hardly ever do, really. So we head to Cruses. Stop at the health food store so he can buy a bunch of vegan stuff and I something to drink and some trail mix. Next, Hastings so I can buy the new Lemon Jelly album. Of course, they don't have it. Neither did Sam Goodie or Barnes&Noblesesss's. On the upside, at the arcade, I won my very own Sponge Bob Gary the snail plush toy*meow*, played and kicked ass at Skeeball and with the tickets got myself a rubixcube. On our way out of Barnes&Noble I turned around for I heard a voice, a voice that said buy me. It was the book, my book. Don't let the pigeon drive the bus. So a lady there finds it for me and I head to the register like a happy camper that I now am. "hehe, is this a good book?" Cute girl at the register asks. "yeah, it really is, tells you everything you need to know about life." I tell her. She laughs instead of looking at me oddly. Then she grabs my Gary and begins to try and find a price on, turning it upside down and side to side," umm..no, that's mine, I won it in one of those claw things." I say as I gesture my hand like a grabby claw. She stares at me blankly .............."oh...haha, sorry long day."
On our way back we listen to the new Iron&Wine CD...great stuff. We stop off at an elote truck and have our selves a cup o' corn. Since we're near by, I make the suggestion to go to the Casino. We park and I count my cash, damn, I'm down to 18 bucks, best put ten away so I don't spend everything. We go in, we play, we walk out with nothing. I lost 8, and Rick loses 25. In the car I have my last ten. "Drop me off at the door." I tell him. "You gonna waste it?" he asks. " Yeah, why the hell not." So I run in hit a $5 machine and walk out with $40. Cool. That's good enough for me. We come home I clear out my van except for the sofa and we head out to the desert with waste the fireworks that he's had for the longest time. I tell Rick to give Kris a call to see if she wants to go. He does, She declines. We stop at the truck stop for a drink a snack and some gas. It's a long drive out when we find the perfect spot to set a bonfire. So we try and set one and just toss the bag of rockets in it and try not to get hit, because who has time to light them individually. The fires good for a while but begins to dwindle rapidly, so we do all we can to keep it alive. I even threw a blanket I had at my studio on it that helped, but not for long. So we kick back on the couch and start making plans for an actual cook out/get together out there one of these days. The beer I was drinking just didn't taste the same as it did at the Tap so I empty it. I couldn't even finish half. Scary. We stayed and stared and waited for the last flame to burn out. All the while listening to Explosions in the sky, some time talking about real stuff, but mostly just sitting there." I failed, I couldn't start a bonfire with gas and fireworks, but one match when I was little and I set that ladies garage on fire." I assume that he meant to say accidentally, but then again, he might be a pyro ha. Man the sky is awe inspiring out there. Just Beautiful. I've never heard silence like that before.:)The bush of fire finally burned it self out and we left. It's nice to venture out of the picture frame from time to time. Think I'll be heading out there more often. I dropped him off and came home close to 5, but didn't et to sleep till 6-7. I kept reading Don't let the pigeon drive the bus.
On our way back we listen to the new Iron&Wine CD...great stuff. We stop off at an elote truck and have our selves a cup o' corn. Since we're near by, I make the suggestion to go to the Casino. We park and I count my cash, damn, I'm down to 18 bucks, best put ten away so I don't spend everything. We go in, we play, we walk out with nothing. I lost 8, and Rick loses 25. In the car I have my last ten. "Drop me off at the door." I tell him. "You gonna waste it?" he asks. " Yeah, why the hell not." So I run in hit a $5 machine and walk out with $40. Cool. That's good enough for me. We come home I clear out my van except for the sofa and we head out to the desert with waste the fireworks that he's had for the longest time. I tell Rick to give Kris a call to see if she wants to go. He does, She declines. We stop at the truck stop for a drink a snack and some gas. It's a long drive out when we find the perfect spot to set a bonfire. So we try and set one and just toss the bag of rockets in it and try not to get hit, because who has time to light them individually. The fires good for a while but begins to dwindle rapidly, so we do all we can to keep it alive. I even threw a blanket I had at my studio on it that helped, but not for long. So we kick back on the couch and start making plans for an actual cook out/get together out there one of these days. The beer I was drinking just didn't taste the same as it did at the Tap so I empty it. I couldn't even finish half. Scary. We stayed and stared and waited for the last flame to burn out. All the while listening to Explosions in the sky, some time talking about real stuff, but mostly just sitting there." I failed, I couldn't start a bonfire with gas and fireworks, but one match when I was little and I set that ladies garage on fire." I assume that he meant to say accidentally, but then again, he might be a pyro ha. Man the sky is awe inspiring out there. Just Beautiful. I've never heard silence like that before.:)The bush of fire finally burned it self out and we left. It's nice to venture out of the picture frame from time to time. Think I'll be heading out there more often. I dropped him off and came home close to 5, but didn't et to sleep till 6-7. I kept reading Don't let the pigeon drive the bus.