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So now we have the question of, "What are we going to do with bike when I go back to America?" We've discussed the options, and we've boiled it down to garaging it, selling it, and taking it back to the States. Personally, I'd love to take it back to the States, but it wouldn't be useful because all my friends are "driving distance" away (except Marisa, of course). Oh well, I guess we'll figure out what we will do later. For now, the biggest thing on our minds, or at least mine, right now, is, "I wonder if Tony can have my tuxedo dry-cleaned before Homecoming." Haha, just kidding...IT WAS A JOKE! The biggest thing on my mind is, "What's going on this weekend, and are we going to Montemayor?" Oh, Lord. Montemayor. The drive to Montemayor is 3 km of dirt, rocks, mud, potholes and steep hills. It's even "funner" when you get the honor of driving behind the guy without a mud-flap and whose muffler shoots sparks at you that stay lit 3-4 seconds after they land on their target. Yeah, I need to invest in a windshield. Retard-O-Bot is coming to Tampa one day before Brittany's birthday (September 23 is her birthday, so they're coming on September 22) and I SO wish I could go, but the whole...Spain...thing...prevents me. It's okay...maybe if I can pull some ("some" means "65,536") strings, I can be back in time for their St. Petersburg show in mid-October. Yeah...it's a slim-to-none chance, but that doesn't mean I won't try. Haha, if anyone who reads this knows me, they know I'll try at ANYTHING, even if its chances of success are slim-to-none. I won't elaborate.
Wow, isn't THAT the truth?! I SO give props to Petyr the Jew, my trichologically-challenged friend who loves Don Hertzfeldt and Shenanigans DVD's. I miss him. I remember this one time when I showed up at his house at 1 in the morning and he came out to my car and we just chatted for at least half an hour. Good times.
Tim was with me, actually. I believe this was one on of our midnight runs, back in the day when neither of us could sleep at a normal hour, so we went driving in hopes that the adrenaline rush from racing at 135mph would make us crash when it wore off, leading to the whole "fall asleep"...thing. I miss Tim, too. Next time I see him, my first words are going to be, "Yarr, mudslide face!" Haha, he understands...and, to an extent...so does Marisa. I miss Marisa, too. I miss everyone! I want to come back, but as I've said...the whole..."Spain"...thing...hinders my ability to be present in Tampa, FL.
He has REALLY nice hair. I think when I get back (whenever THAT is), I'm going to cut my hair...but I'd like to have something long that actually looks good, other than this steel wool mess on my head. I know I don't have that guy's facial structure, or his face for that matter, but I like the hairstyle. My hair is that long when straightened, maybe even longer. Who knows? Maybe I'll layer it. Maybe I'll just let my roots grow back out and cut it down to where they meet the "straight(er)" part of my hair (the part that was affected by the chemical straightening nightmare). Any and all suggestions would be greatly appreciated, and suggestions with pictures will be rewarded...somehow.
I miss my angels. They mean the world to me. I love them more than life itself...really. What sucks, though, is that honestly, they don't understand how much I love them. I don't think anyone does...not even myself. God knows, though. That's why EVERY night I pray that He'll help them understand, to an extent, how much I love them, because frankly, they have no idea. Sure, they have their own concept of it, but they're not even scratching the surface. Would I take a bullet for either of them? You bet. Let's hope it doesn't come down to that, though. *knocks on wood* I had a dream while I was in Malaga. What stood out in the dream, and what stays in my mind even as I type this, is the image of the three of us -- Brittany, Marisa and myself -- standing in an embrace in the grassy field at Beacon Meadows park (the park by Marisa's house) while wind and rain battered us, and each time the wind caught hold of one of us and seemingly started to tear one of us away, the other two would strengthen their grip and pull them back in. They are my angels...I don't know if they'd say the same about me...but to me, they are my angels, and regardless of whether or not they see me as the angel I see them both as, I will always be there for them, and I pray that they know they can feel safe in my wings.
Y tan rapidamente como vine, ahora desaparezco en la obscuridad de la noche.
Wow, isn't THAT the truth?! I SO give props to Petyr the Jew, my trichologically-challenged friend who loves Don Hertzfeldt and Shenanigans DVD's. I miss him. I remember this one time when I showed up at his house at 1 in the morning and he came out to my car and we just chatted for at least half an hour. Good times.
Tim was with me, actually. I believe this was one on of our midnight runs, back in the day when neither of us could sleep at a normal hour, so we went driving in hopes that the adrenaline rush from racing at 135mph would make us crash when it wore off, leading to the whole "fall asleep"...thing. I miss Tim, too. Next time I see him, my first words are going to be, "Yarr, mudslide face!" Haha, he understands...and, to an extent...so does Marisa. I miss Marisa, too. I miss everyone! I want to come back, but as I've said...the whole..."Spain"...thing...hinders my ability to be present in Tampa, FL.
He has REALLY nice hair. I think when I get back (whenever THAT is), I'm going to cut my hair...but I'd like to have something long that actually looks good, other than this steel wool mess on my head. I know I don't have that guy's facial structure, or his face for that matter, but I like the hairstyle. My hair is that long when straightened, maybe even longer. Who knows? Maybe I'll layer it. Maybe I'll just let my roots grow back out and cut it down to where they meet the "straight(er)" part of my hair (the part that was affected by the chemical straightening nightmare). Any and all suggestions would be greatly appreciated, and suggestions with pictures will be rewarded...somehow.
I miss my angels. They mean the world to me. I love them more than life itself...really. What sucks, though, is that honestly, they don't understand how much I love them. I don't think anyone does...not even myself. God knows, though. That's why EVERY night I pray that He'll help them understand, to an extent, how much I love them, because frankly, they have no idea. Sure, they have their own concept of it, but they're not even scratching the surface. Would I take a bullet for either of them? You bet. Let's hope it doesn't come down to that, though. *knocks on wood* I had a dream while I was in Malaga. What stood out in the dream, and what stays in my mind even as I type this, is the image of the three of us -- Brittany, Marisa and myself -- standing in an embrace in the grassy field at Beacon Meadows park (the park by Marisa's house) while wind and rain battered us, and each time the wind caught hold of one of us and seemingly started to tear one of us away, the other two would strengthen their grip and pull them back in. They are my angels...I don't know if they'd say the same about me...but to me, they are my angels, and regardless of whether or not they see me as the angel I see them both as, I will always be there for them, and I pray that they know they can feel safe in my wings.
Y tan rapidamente como vine, ahora desaparezco en la obscuridad de la noche.