the best times i had when i wasn't expecting them
it's funny how my last sunday in washington will be the same last sunday my dad had of consciousness...his last day of consciousness, even. i first want to apologize to people if i get "weird" within the next few days, especially on sunday. for as much as i talk about my dad, i don't really slow down to take time and reflect on the past 11 1/2 years of my life. the MIGHTY WINGMEN lp, THE BITS AND PIECES I HAD WITH ME, will have a song on it called 'of giants and legends, i had one in my trouser pocket', which i partially wrote on his birthday last month. i guess the song would be described as a kind of depressed celebration. i know my dad would want me to sing songs of happiness and all that good stuff, but maybe in due time. and it's that mindset that has made me my worst critic, 'what would dad think?' i'm always beating myself up because i know the kind of son my dad raised me to be, and know that i'll never be able to do his name justice. those are some impossible shoes to fill, but at least i'm trying, right? i remember pastor mike told us to write what we wanted are epitaph to say. that's what i want mine to say, "robbie--he tried his best." and now i just finished writing my english paper on katabasis and solomon's key; a lot of good memories, but now that i'm thinkin' about it, i should have done a boy and his blob. but let's not digress, i still haven't got to best times.
sunday was a crazy day. i left the apartment at 8:30am, and got back around 2am. here's my flow chart of sunday:
church->take will home->go back to church->go to issaquah with chaia and family (family = sis)...and j-dub->get lost->talk about a buttload of stuff->eat babyfat->weird pics in "the fred"->almost get hit by cars crossing "highway"->eat turd donut at krispy kreme->sing ashlee simpson and relient k with windows down->get movies->drive to everett->find out we're not meeting there->leave mysterious message with logs->brush hair->drive to mall->walk around a lot->walk around some more->sit in chairs and take weird pictures->vegetate->walk around some more->and some more->eat food at red robin's->nobody got my "i didn't order this" joke->drove yonder to safeway->trying to fix toilet paper turned into getting groped in the icecream aisle....3 times->i don't like my love handles, but i know someone who does->sing happy birthday->tell stories of stoopid robbie from 8th grade->talk->talk->talk->laugh->laugh->talk->laugh->weird celly pics->it's late, i didn't say i was tired->vanilla 1-up air freshner (which really happened earlier) :) ->drive back to bode->couldn't find anyone to talk to->didn't really try->i'm sorry californians......
i'm waking up in 2 hours and 56 minutes...hooray!!
i should be arriving home in exactly 12 days.
sunday was a crazy day. i left the apartment at 8:30am, and got back around 2am. here's my flow chart of sunday:
church->take will home->go back to church->go to issaquah with chaia and family (family = sis)...and j-dub->get lost->talk about a buttload of stuff->eat babyfat->weird pics in "the fred"->almost get hit by cars crossing "highway"->eat turd donut at krispy kreme->sing ashlee simpson and relient k with windows down->get movies->drive to everett->find out we're not meeting there->leave mysterious message with logs->brush hair->drive to mall->walk around a lot->walk around some more->sit in chairs and take weird pictures->vegetate->walk around some more->and some more->eat food at red robin's->nobody got my "i didn't order this" joke->drove yonder to safeway->trying to fix toilet paper turned into getting groped in the icecream aisle....3 times->i don't like my love handles, but i know someone who does->sing happy birthday->tell stories of stoopid robbie from 8th grade->talk->talk->talk->laugh->laugh->talk->laugh->weird celly pics->it's late, i didn't say i was tired->vanilla 1-up air freshner (which really happened earlier) :) ->drive back to bode->couldn't find anyone to talk to->didn't really try->i'm sorry californians......
i'm waking up in 2 hours and 56 minutes...hooray!!
i should be arriving home in exactly 12 days.