Midland, Texas: where dreams become country music videos
Right now I'm over at Breez's aunt's house straight sittin phat in that Midland, TX that you all know and love. I cannot wait until I get back into Austin, good times, good food, good beer. I'm really drained right now due to a sugar crash, I drank 64 OZ of orange soda/sugar syrup after having 3 heart attack donuts. Thats a meal. I have been composing lists of things lately for some reason... its an unknown one but sure passes the time. The first one is why I do not enjoy being a male... 1: Testicles, enough said. 2: Standing up while peeing; I like to relax every now and again too... 3: If women are lesbians, its hot, but if a guy is gay, he gets "gay bashed" (and women say they want equal rights ;) ) 4: The whole hairy legs and stinky pits doesn't exactly have me leaping with joy. I guess thats pretty much it for that list... I will probably think of more reasons later then get a sex change operation when I get the cash. I met a girl named Kelly here and she is probably the only person in Midland I want to even talk to outside of who I came with. I swear... some people here just don't get it... when I say "please leave me alone, you are scaring me hillbilly" thats a pretty good sign I don't want you around but some people aren't as quick to the draw as I would wish. We went driving down to "the park" to hang out with some people and literally within 10 minutes the police had been called... and it didn't even involve me! It was because a fight broken out and SOMEONE (no names involved, you know who you are..) decided to inform the officers that supposedly uphold peace and justice. Justice my ass... there are so many crooked cops in this world of ours it makes my head spin sometimes, other times it just kinda bobs around like those bobble head toys you get with you #3 combo down at the fast food joint. I really miss Kayleigh and a lot of other people from Austin, only 4 more days until I can come HOME (it feels great to have a home). When I come down into Austin I want to visit my mom, my dog, brothers and sister and give them a hell of a good laugh. Isn't it weird how people wonder if they miss you? I know my family isn't the same without me, quieter, expectant, mono-thought trains... man that has to be really nerve racking. Its also extremely weird to think that my dog will still love me unconditionally, even if he hasn't seen me for quite sometime. It has literally been a few months since I had been home and I am homesick like a fat man after a pie eating contest. I can close my eyes and still imagine every detail of my house... The old lamps, Big screen (I miss you the most), the junky computer in the living room, the broken couch that I like the most out of any couch ever, where every single loose tile is... Its really mind blowing sometimes that I will never forget my home of 15 years... I hope I can actually go back there and live one day... I can't really write much more, I'm getting soggy eyed.