Updates to a state of craziness
So, my life is crazy, absolutely psychotic at times. I'm out of JC now, living in the great non-metro city of Astoria. I kick it at the beach, breath the clean coastal air, and do lots of homework. I miss home, I miss laying on my back in the Siletz, staring up the endless stars and hearing nothing but the sound of the forest around me. I miss driving out Logsden because I can. I miss that feeling of years of my life summed up in one little stretch of land. But I've got to leave it all someday. I have a vagabond heart that attaches itself to no particular zip code or way of living. I'll just as easily shift to contemporary hippie and back to unpolished redneck when I go home.
I'm contemplating moving to Portland for a time, just for school. Course, that move will be months from now. I've got some friends from JC there that I could hang out with and have them show me the town from a non-Clark point of view. I know there's more to the place than KB Games and Starbucks. I'd also like to find a reason to like the place. There were somethings I didn't mind, like being able to lose myself in the endless crowds of downtown. Course, I'm also a loner, I like my time all by myself. The thing I love about the country is that you could drive for miles and never see a soul. It's great, to know that for a moment, in that place, you're the only trace of human life.
But either way, I have to get this whole school thing done, get a fabulous job and be a damned success, failure is not an option, as the cliche goes. Mark is failure enough for the family. The idiot got himself slapped in jail. Dumbass.
Anyways, things go well with the pseudo-boyfriend. As well as can be expected at least.
I'm contemplating moving to Portland for a time, just for school. Course, that move will be months from now. I've got some friends from JC there that I could hang out with and have them show me the town from a non-Clark point of view. I know there's more to the place than KB Games and Starbucks. I'd also like to find a reason to like the place. There were somethings I didn't mind, like being able to lose myself in the endless crowds of downtown. Course, I'm also a loner, I like my time all by myself. The thing I love about the country is that you could drive for miles and never see a soul. It's great, to know that for a moment, in that place, you're the only trace of human life.
But either way, I have to get this whole school thing done, get a fabulous job and be a damned success, failure is not an option, as the cliche goes. Mark is failure enough for the family. The idiot got himself slapped in jail. Dumbass.
Anyways, things go well with the pseudo-boyfriend. As well as can be expected at least.