Angels with silver wings
I am going into the air force. Crazy crazy. I wish i didn't have to go to Iraq...but i can't be too picky. Final paperwork goes in today.
Psychology was great yesterday. I can tell i'm going to like the class. It was so thought provoking, even with the whole syllabus/go over class stuff. The whole day was pretty good. Leaving Polo in the morning, Ralph was driving behind me and the endsession version of "Wonderwall" came on. We mouthed it to each other at the red lights.
Driving home from college, i had a weird experience that thinking back on is hard to recapture what actually happened. Anyone who knows me, knows i'm not the most easy-going driver...well going home over the flats there's the two lane road and i was caught between two homies going the same speed, a speed i was not comfortable with. I grew impatient, and i'm sure the other guy beside me did too. The turn off came for marysville, and 2 of us got off, and two kept on, going to Vancouver. Something in the pattern we got off snapped a funny connection and a weird effect. I don't know if it was just because i was in the psychoanalitic mood or it was the night sky, my impatience, or my state of mind, but it was a neat experience. I remember thinking "holy shit i wish everyone could see things this way." I used to feel the same way about other things.
Oh, and i went to taco bell and bargain records. Bought Rush.
Psychology was great yesterday. I can tell i'm going to like the class. It was so thought provoking, even with the whole syllabus/go over class stuff. The whole day was pretty good. Leaving Polo in the morning, Ralph was driving behind me and the endsession version of "Wonderwall" came on. We mouthed it to each other at the red lights.
Driving home from college, i had a weird experience that thinking back on is hard to recapture what actually happened. Anyone who knows me, knows i'm not the most easy-going driver...well going home over the flats there's the two lane road and i was caught between two homies going the same speed, a speed i was not comfortable with. I grew impatient, and i'm sure the other guy beside me did too. The turn off came for marysville, and 2 of us got off, and two kept on, going to Vancouver. Something in the pattern we got off snapped a funny connection and a weird effect. I don't know if it was just because i was in the psychoanalitic mood or it was the night sky, my impatience, or my state of mind, but it was a neat experience. I remember thinking "holy shit i wish everyone could see things this way." I used to feel the same way about other things.
Oh, and i went to taco bell and bargain records. Bought Rush.