carbine bullets could settle the score
hmm. I'm on vacation. I have the whole week off. I'm spending up in Port Ludlow with my mom. Today we went shopping in Port Townsend. It's this small, beach town. Everyone there is a hippie. They are fighting tooth and nail to make sure that Blockbuster doesn't infect their town. It's where we always have our family reunions because they have this old fort called Fort Hadlock, and they have ancient bunkers from when they thought the Germans were going to attack everyone. They're creepy as shit...there's no lighting, and they smell awful. They look like the type of place you'd take someone to torture them.
Anyhow, I love this rediculous town because it's beautiful. The houses are all built with incredible architecture, steeples and big porches. Scalloped shingles and wainscotting. The coastline stretches out for miles on both sides of the peninsula. You can see snow capped mountains miles away, and really, it's just fucking gorgeous. The nearest sizeable city is across a huge body of water, and you feel so far removed from "civilized" life. It's intense.
My mom and I bought a few things in the little boutiques. It made me feel really effeminite. I bought a beautiful Japanese purse, my mom bought me some earrings, I got her a bowl to keep her golf crap in that they imported from Indonesia, and she bought me these incredibly gorgeous silk placemats with amazing wood chopsticks to go with the Japanese plateware I bought last year. I don't think of myself as a materialistic person by nature, because I'm just as happy eating off of paper plates as fine china, but I'm fairly certain that if I had a lot of money, I'd have a really swanky home decorated to the nines in lush fabrics, hand blown glasses, gorgeous lighting, and just really incredibly colored things. I love texture and color, and lighting. Simple lines. I can't wait until I can finally have a place of my own. Haha, that's funny. Imagine me, domesticated. I think it would calm me down immensely. I really need more consistency and structure in my life.
Part of the joy of this vacation is that I'm taking my time to regroup, to strategize. In the last year I've really lost sight of all of my goals, of all of the things I really love. When I get home, I'm going to try and be more responsible. Take better care of myself, spend money more wisely, and work harder at getting promoted, getting a better car, getting a place of my own. I'm going to work on relationships, and mental stability. Exercise my brain more, not be so afraid of people. I've been lying to myself a lot lately, telling myself that I'm happy, and really believing it, but I'm not making the choices a happy well adjusted person makes. I know I'm not happy if the only color I see is grey everywhere I go. When I'm happy, everything is brighter, I laugh so much more, and I invest more of myself in the things I value. It's time to stop sheltering myself so much. It's summertime...it's time to swim and laugh, and go on spontaneous picnics. It's almost Fourth of July. My fucking favorite holiday. I can't wait. I can almost taste it.
Anyhow, I made pasta salad for dinner. I can almost taste that too...so I'm gonna go eat the shit out of it.
Anyhow, I love this rediculous town because it's beautiful. The houses are all built with incredible architecture, steeples and big porches. Scalloped shingles and wainscotting. The coastline stretches out for miles on both sides of the peninsula. You can see snow capped mountains miles away, and really, it's just fucking gorgeous. The nearest sizeable city is across a huge body of water, and you feel so far removed from "civilized" life. It's intense.
My mom and I bought a few things in the little boutiques. It made me feel really effeminite. I bought a beautiful Japanese purse, my mom bought me some earrings, I got her a bowl to keep her golf crap in that they imported from Indonesia, and she bought me these incredibly gorgeous silk placemats with amazing wood chopsticks to go with the Japanese plateware I bought last year. I don't think of myself as a materialistic person by nature, because I'm just as happy eating off of paper plates as fine china, but I'm fairly certain that if I had a lot of money, I'd have a really swanky home decorated to the nines in lush fabrics, hand blown glasses, gorgeous lighting, and just really incredibly colored things. I love texture and color, and lighting. Simple lines. I can't wait until I can finally have a place of my own. Haha, that's funny. Imagine me, domesticated. I think it would calm me down immensely. I really need more consistency and structure in my life.
Part of the joy of this vacation is that I'm taking my time to regroup, to strategize. In the last year I've really lost sight of all of my goals, of all of the things I really love. When I get home, I'm going to try and be more responsible. Take better care of myself, spend money more wisely, and work harder at getting promoted, getting a better car, getting a place of my own. I'm going to work on relationships, and mental stability. Exercise my brain more, not be so afraid of people. I've been lying to myself a lot lately, telling myself that I'm happy, and really believing it, but I'm not making the choices a happy well adjusted person makes. I know I'm not happy if the only color I see is grey everywhere I go. When I'm happy, everything is brighter, I laugh so much more, and I invest more of myself in the things I value. It's time to stop sheltering myself so much. It's summertime...it's time to swim and laugh, and go on spontaneous picnics. It's almost Fourth of July. My fucking favorite holiday. I can't wait. I can almost taste it.
Anyhow, I made pasta salad for dinner. I can almost taste that too...so I'm gonna go eat the shit out of it.