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Life is beautiful because Monday was beautiful.
I woke up and watched parts of some movies that made me feel nostalgic. Fern Gully. The Mighty Ducks 2. I felt chills and jolts of excitement in all the right places. What was done, now undo. Return you to the form that's true. It's knuckle puck time. What a glorious morning.
Then I walked to the store. I pulled on a fleece, thinking that I would only need it when a wind kicked up. It was 75 degrees in San Antonio on the day after Christmas. It was the warmest Christmas that I had had in a long time. I listened to my new mp3 player as I walked, and the sounds of Lauryn Hill fed my inspiration.
I came back and watched Shall We Dance? with Richard Gere (hottie), Susan Sarandon (older woman hottie) and J. Lo (booty hottie). It wasn't great, but it was a nice feel good movie. Something that Susan Sarandon's character said about marriage and partnership made me understand more about myself. She said that there are so many people in this world that we all want someone to take notice and witness the rest of our lives so that we feel validated and important. I don't want one other person to witness and feel my life, I want the whole world to see. I'm an exhibitionist of sorts. And so I write.
I had to go pick up my dad's jeep from the shop and drive it back to the house. I must have missed an exit or gotten on the wrong interstate, of which there are very many in San Antonio, but I ended up taking a very indirect way of getting back to his house. But it was fun. I had the road, my music, and my foot on the gas pedal. It felt amazing.
Now I'm in Nashville. And when I'm sitting here in my mom's house, I have to clutch the memory of Monday as hard as I can.
I woke up and watched parts of some movies that made me feel nostalgic. Fern Gully. The Mighty Ducks 2. I felt chills and jolts of excitement in all the right places. What was done, now undo. Return you to the form that's true. It's knuckle puck time. What a glorious morning.
Then I walked to the store. I pulled on a fleece, thinking that I would only need it when a wind kicked up. It was 75 degrees in San Antonio on the day after Christmas. It was the warmest Christmas that I had had in a long time. I listened to my new mp3 player as I walked, and the sounds of Lauryn Hill fed my inspiration.
I came back and watched Shall We Dance? with Richard Gere (hottie), Susan Sarandon (older woman hottie) and J. Lo (booty hottie). It wasn't great, but it was a nice feel good movie. Something that Susan Sarandon's character said about marriage and partnership made me understand more about myself. She said that there are so many people in this world that we all want someone to take notice and witness the rest of our lives so that we feel validated and important. I don't want one other person to witness and feel my life, I want the whole world to see. I'm an exhibitionist of sorts. And so I write.
I had to go pick up my dad's jeep from the shop and drive it back to the house. I must have missed an exit or gotten on the wrong interstate, of which there are very many in San Antonio, but I ended up taking a very indirect way of getting back to his house. But it was fun. I had the road, my music, and my foot on the gas pedal. It felt amazing.
Now I'm in Nashville. And when I'm sitting here in my mom's house, I have to clutch the memory of Monday as hard as I can.