Later That Same Day
So I failed my test by one point. Not suprising considering my history with driving tests. Now I'm just hanging out... feeling so mellow I can't stand myself. This is the sort of mood where fun things happen. Or great, drawn out conversations that last forever... No one remembers the exact words that were said or what was discussed, just a deep feeling of profoundness later. It reminds me of sitting around in Blair Banta's (Only THE coolest girl in the fifth grade!) basement, listening to Meridith Brooks and philosophizing about teen people and if Steve Sibson and Sara Hawley were going to kiss. I feel so nostolgic for those days. My body didn't hurt, my mind was straight, (Hell I was straight!) and I seemed to know where I was going. And yet you couldn't pay me enough to go back to them. I'm changing... and I think its a good thing. I think right now life is a good thing. Alright, maybe not living with my parents. (I love you, Mommy Dearest!) but in general the world is just a pretty beautiful place. God damn, I need to go backpacking! And I'm starting to be more OK with myself... even the whole "fucking insane" thing. I'd say I've got a groovitude factor of atleast six... If only I had a third nipple. Then I'd be a seven for sure.
Oh, and by the way. For all you kiddies who care, I licked the Washington State Capitol Building last week. Face it. I'm youre God. Or Goddess, whatever.
Oh, and by the way. For all you kiddies who care, I licked the Washington State Capitol Building last week. Face it. I'm youre God. Or Goddess, whatever.