Ow.
My stomach hurts. I'm a little drugged. My stomach doesn't hurt as much as it did. But it still hurts. I'm listening to the Germs.
I ate too much shit in the last two days and my digestive tract is mutinying. <---Haha! That's a word? I did not know. No red line under it...hm.
So the past few days have been full of driving and packing and unpacking and eating food that's bad for me and drinking and getting lost and listening to music. On Friday, I left for Johnson City, TN with all six feet five inches of Jason stuffed in a borrowed Hyundai Accent passenger seat. We're looking for places to live in May. TN is no longer on the list. At least not the eastern part of the state. It's once again back to Charleston, SC and Cincinnati. Night and day, those two are. We don't know. It'll be hard to leave WV. Really, I'm serious. It's gorgeous here, and I love to be at the gorge. I love talking to tourists and having a home at the Class IV campgrounds March-October in any tent I decide to crawl into. I contemplated living in a tent with my friend Gin this week, but I have too much shit to do. I move back into the dorm on Monday. What was I talking about?
I love my horses and my friends and my secret swimming spots on the river. (R.I.P. Benjamin. Some kid drove into the horse field last week, and two of my work horse's legs were broken beyond repair. Had to be put down. Watching THAT was terrible. Jesus.) I need to get out of WV, though. It's way past time for Jason and me to start our lives without so much interference from our families. I love my family, but I'm so so so over it's problems right now. I know that's bad, but it is what it is. I can't help it.
There was WINE in TN. Good wine. Great sex followed the good wine. I feel more and more cemented to Jason with every passing adventure. There was also a big carved black bear in our hotel pointing to the ice machine. I named him Chip and gave him a nametag. It was still there when we left.
Sara texted me while I was sitting in a cafe with Jason Sunday morning and eating banana walnut bread and sipping black coffee, "Wanna go to kings island tmrw?" After Jason told me what 'tmrw' meant, I was all for it. So, I got home at ten Sunday night (after going to a park and walking around and making friends and playing basketball badly with said friends and going out to eat bad-for-you food...followed by getting lost on the way home), removed the dirty clothes from my bag, replaced them with clean (maybe?) ones and fell into bed. Sara, her boyfriend, Bo, Emily and I left for Cincy at seven AM yesterday. Got to King's Island at noon, proceeded to ride every ride with an extreme thrill rating, do some slides at the water park, and then go on the new rollercoaster, Diamondback, where you drop 215 feet on the first hill to dry off. Then we did it again just for shits. I fucking LOVE rollercoasters.
We ate at (Cr)Applebee's, which didn't help my stomach at all, and went back to the hotel to sleep. Except, Em and I didn't...because Bo snores like a fucking freight train. And he was all crabby today because he "didn't sleep well" and....well, let's just say I never realized how big the age difference between 21 and 18 was until this trip. He's a cool kid, but some days I feel older than 21, and today was one of those days. Natural immaturity and crankiness don't mix. So we stooped to his level and Emily, and I threw candy at the back of his head the whole way home. Sara thought it was hilarious and he brooded and made snide comments. Some were clever, but I was too busy laughing from lack of sleep.
I'm feeling better. And I forgot how much I love Jessica Lea Mayfield. Perfect music for a campfire.
I really wish I could sleep. I know that if Bo didn't snore last night I still wouldn't have slept. I would have still ended up sitting on the couch on the second floor lobby and looking out the window at the Art Institute of Ohio-Cincinnati and wondering if Jason and I could be happy there. I would have still been there when Emily stumbled down the hallway and put her head in my lap and fell asleep instantly despite the harsh fluorescent lighting. I would have still played with her hair all night and sang old hymns and wished I could fly.
If my body, mind, and spirit can make it through this school year, hopefully I'll be okay for the start of adult life. I'm really tired of not being able to afford getting away from my parents (actually just my mom). Degree=job=freedom. I need it.
I think a lot about my grandpa these days. He was going to take me to Korea when I graduated college. Last time he was there, it was blown all to shit (those were his words), and he wanted to see what it looked like now. I wanted to meet my foster mother. Supposedly, she's really awesome.
I still need to go. Probably alone, though. Or with Jason. Some days I'm over being afraid of needing him. Others...well, not so much. Today was the former. I texted him that I was eating unclean animal when I got some bacon in my salad. He called me a shiksa and told me he loved me.
I'm going out with my aunt tomorrow. Then I'm going to work. And I'm working all day on Thursday....buying books for school on Friday with Mom. Help.
k
P.S. It's funny that LJ is detecting my location to be Texas. I don't know why that's funny. Just is tonight.
I ate too much shit in the last two days and my digestive tract is mutinying. <---Haha! That's a word? I did not know. No red line under it...hm.
So the past few days have been full of driving and packing and unpacking and eating food that's bad for me and drinking and getting lost and listening to music. On Friday, I left for Johnson City, TN with all six feet five inches of Jason stuffed in a borrowed Hyundai Accent passenger seat. We're looking for places to live in May. TN is no longer on the list. At least not the eastern part of the state. It's once again back to Charleston, SC and Cincinnati. Night and day, those two are. We don't know. It'll be hard to leave WV. Really, I'm serious. It's gorgeous here, and I love to be at the gorge. I love talking to tourists and having a home at the Class IV campgrounds March-October in any tent I decide to crawl into. I contemplated living in a tent with my friend Gin this week, but I have too much shit to do. I move back into the dorm on Monday. What was I talking about?
I love my horses and my friends and my secret swimming spots on the river. (R.I.P. Benjamin. Some kid drove into the horse field last week, and two of my work horse's legs were broken beyond repair. Had to be put down. Watching THAT was terrible. Jesus.) I need to get out of WV, though. It's way past time for Jason and me to start our lives without so much interference from our families. I love my family, but I'm so so so over it's problems right now. I know that's bad, but it is what it is. I can't help it.
There was WINE in TN. Good wine. Great sex followed the good wine. I feel more and more cemented to Jason with every passing adventure. There was also a big carved black bear in our hotel pointing to the ice machine. I named him Chip and gave him a nametag. It was still there when we left.
Sara texted me while I was sitting in a cafe with Jason Sunday morning and eating banana walnut bread and sipping black coffee, "Wanna go to kings island tmrw?" After Jason told me what 'tmrw' meant, I was all for it. So, I got home at ten Sunday night (after going to a park and walking around and making friends and playing basketball badly with said friends and going out to eat bad-for-you food...followed by getting lost on the way home), removed the dirty clothes from my bag, replaced them with clean (maybe?) ones and fell into bed. Sara, her boyfriend, Bo, Emily and I left for Cincy at seven AM yesterday. Got to King's Island at noon, proceeded to ride every ride with an extreme thrill rating, do some slides at the water park, and then go on the new rollercoaster, Diamondback, where you drop 215 feet on the first hill to dry off. Then we did it again just for shits. I fucking LOVE rollercoasters.
We ate at (Cr)Applebee's, which didn't help my stomach at all, and went back to the hotel to sleep. Except, Em and I didn't...because Bo snores like a fucking freight train. And he was all crabby today because he "didn't sleep well" and....well, let's just say I never realized how big the age difference between 21 and 18 was until this trip. He's a cool kid, but some days I feel older than 21, and today was one of those days. Natural immaturity and crankiness don't mix. So we stooped to his level and Emily, and I threw candy at the back of his head the whole way home. Sara thought it was hilarious and he brooded and made snide comments. Some were clever, but I was too busy laughing from lack of sleep.
I'm feeling better. And I forgot how much I love Jessica Lea Mayfield. Perfect music for a campfire.
I really wish I could sleep. I know that if Bo didn't snore last night I still wouldn't have slept. I would have still ended up sitting on the couch on the second floor lobby and looking out the window at the Art Institute of Ohio-Cincinnati and wondering if Jason and I could be happy there. I would have still been there when Emily stumbled down the hallway and put her head in my lap and fell asleep instantly despite the harsh fluorescent lighting. I would have still played with her hair all night and sang old hymns and wished I could fly.
If my body, mind, and spirit can make it through this school year, hopefully I'll be okay for the start of adult life. I'm really tired of not being able to afford getting away from my parents (actually just my mom). Degree=job=freedom. I need it.
I think a lot about my grandpa these days. He was going to take me to Korea when I graduated college. Last time he was there, it was blown all to shit (those were his words), and he wanted to see what it looked like now. I wanted to meet my foster mother. Supposedly, she's really awesome.
I still need to go. Probably alone, though. Or with Jason. Some days I'm over being afraid of needing him. Others...well, not so much. Today was the former. I texted him that I was eating unclean animal when I got some bacon in my salad. He called me a shiksa and told me he loved me.
I'm going out with my aunt tomorrow. Then I'm going to work. And I'm working all day on Thursday....buying books for school on Friday with Mom. Help.
k
P.S. It's funny that LJ is detecting my location to be Texas. I don't know why that's funny. Just is tonight.