when i can't get calls out of my head.

Aug 17, 2004 20:50

Artillery, inwards wheel... Kevin Bradley says it in a way only he can. This has essentially only been repeating in my head since I left the fort this afternoon. Today was the longest day. And it shouldn't have been so long. I spent long amounts of time talking with the guard boys. Brodie, Spencer, Faubert, Perreault & Taylor. And even with that. It was the longest. And exhausting. I think it was the sun, the heat. I wished to be swimming. I want to swim in a lake before I can't. Because its incredible to swim in a lake. And I haven't since that time with Steve Thomas. And that time was last July. And that was the last time I was swimming at all.

Scotchtoberfest approaches. And I don't know quite what to expect, apart from the drums boys wearing kilts and extremely intoxicated. And I'm going to see what I can do to have a paid day off Friday. I think that it is owed to me. I think that is a solution. To having so little time to prepare. To be able to drink and not have to worry about working the next morning. To sleeping a full night.

All I've wanted this summer is to wear my hair in pigtails and to make those boys smile. And to make those around me love everything. Balloons, bouncy balls, lollipops, rocket popsicles, toys and kinder surprises.

Tomorrow I will sleep late. And once I wake up close a bank account completely. A bank draft to my parents for more than one thousand dollars.

I'm not sure what is to come. I just want it to come. And for it to happen.
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