ramblings
Gosh.
Sunday was incredible, early 4th of July celebration out at Karyn's. May well have been the last before I leave. Spent quality time with Ab, Lauren, Michael, David, Beth and Gretchen (who are both home from California now!) Amazing. Chayse is darling, my family is red, and Dave didn't even burn the chicken. Bliss.
Too much work.
Hung out with Mia and Eileen after 597340759347093 years. You two are the best and I will miss you dearly. A flood of memories came back - the talk we had driving home in the dark after the senior skating party, baking at Mia's house with Ema, swimming last summer and Eileen leaving for McDonald's with no shoes.. everything. It's been a long road full of adventures and memories, and at times I thought we were going to lose it. Granted, this is mostly due to my tendency to overdramatize reality and where our lives are going when in fact, nobody can say for sure; nonetheless, here we are, six weeks from college. I can only hope that we hold on to the greatness that we have for years to come. Thanks for being true.
I love that I get sentimental at two AM. Do you love it?
Ad adventure of unknowingness, yet all too familiar. the comfortable backseat - left side with my trout blanket. 5 am could never come soon enough. dancing amid crazed highway drivers. french toast at good ol' cracker barrel. dawn breaking, bring out the cd players and sexual tension. always sitting to his right, legs touching - a glimmer of possibility? convincing myself otherwise. bonding over toe shaving in the van. laughter and curls. getting lost, starving, desolate city and two whole weeks on the horizon. reuniting with the lanzas, realization of how little time i have left. one right turn, a stop sign, a mobile home and broken boat later, and we arrive at the innisfree. "INNISFREE, CAUSE OUR HOUSE SUCKS!" bad 70s porno. abbey breaking off handles. heinous carpeting. infinite slanted wood ceiling and claustrophobic bathrooms. possibilities. breaking away to the beach, night time walk for four. only two in my mind. crabs!. a new day, new house. bliss. spiral staircase takes me back twelve years and tons of memories - pink sunscreen, flying kites, sand turtle, and the same damn staircase. never wanting anything more than shining sun, crashing waves and kenny filtrating through my headphones. one mile and one quarter to the lanza's glorious beach haven. 72 packs of fruit snacks. s'mores. gin and rummy tournaments, despite cory always kicking our asses. leaving the score sheet in the table. laughing so hard i think i'm going to have an accident. bonding with the family. ready to leave louisville and all it entails behind, or so i think presently. sharing the bathroom. sideways glances and smiles. certainty. wanting so badly to mess it all up for the sake of a good time and a great story. confidence. tanning oil on smooth legs and broad backs. shells until one's heart is content. adventures in the piggly wiggly. "box of wine, puts me right out!". incorporating use of the words red and gator. "ya wanna trade sharts?!". neighbors from beloit, who would have guessed?. long walk on wooden planks to the glorious sand. straightening cory's hair. sleepovers in the bunk beds. one amazing night full of conversation and hushed laughter. bonds grow deeper. cuddling, warm bodies. innocence turns to infidelity. can't believe my eyes. loss of sleep. 6 am beach walk alone. a jumble of emotions. crushed. knew it would happen, and not to me. silent treatment. wishing i could be home, but with who? spilling my heart out to michael. a mile and a quarter, chattanooga advice and a serious revelation later, i know i'm gonna be alright. closed door talks with my booboo. still my favorite person ever. relief. hamburgers. knocking on the door, biting my lip. invited to sit down and share a pillow. quiet talk in the dark. spilling my heart out, round two for the day. sincerity. understanding. disappointment, but relief. a good night's sleep. awkwardness between four young adults, everyone with their own batch of emotions. a mini soap opera, perhaps. a slice of real life. unknowing parents. bonding in our mishaps and secrets. kayaking. primping and out to dinner. capturing moments on film. hilarious rounds of cranium. ripped, party of.. too many. spelling backwards. "I DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS SHIT!", slurred. molding out of clay. charades, pete murphy style. ice cream and liquer. liquer is alcohol?! no way. chinese takeout. learning to drive the minivan. timidly, then with confidence. singing our hearts out as memories of summers at the lake flood back - dixie chicks blaring on uncle dave's boat. chicken in the ocean. buried in the sand, something biting my ass. piggly wiggly shorts. standing in the kitchen in just my thong. never calling home. seclusion is a beautiful thing. "INDIGO, CAUSE WE'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE PURPLE!" absolute lookout. shelby county abortion clinic, no fetus can beat us!. durka durka, mohammad gihad. eyebrows. grinning. lacrosse and football on the beach. sweltering temperatures. margaritas and daquaries. morning runs bring more uncertainty. more than once?. back to innisfree. the boys scaring the shit out of us many, many times. bad news berry, sorry guys. watching kept and real world. guesstures. sand coating everything. naps in our humongous bed. more trips to apalachicola. panama city for an afternoon. traffic and hispanic working men. shopping aplenty. nauseous. broken cd player after i accidentally launched it off the deck. mornings of espn's cold pizza with my trout blanket and cheerios. never being able to relay all that happened to everyone at home. "GIT THE BIGGIN!". feelings hitting home, hard. bonfire and depression. the torch. burnt noses and chests, in my case. casey and his 4-wheeler. gorgeous guy at papa joe's, yelling "wow" through the screened-in porch. whoops. serious lack of hot males. adorable puppies, missing sallye and noble. a rainbow. shark on the beach. rednecks. gorgeous sunsets, wishing i was sharing them with him. except not him. but who?. solitude. comfort in reading. lots and lots and lots of lemonade. van on the beach, redneck style. failed attempt at horseback riding. never unpacking. awesome new purse. stealing cory's margaritaville shirt. i still have it. shhh. he knows. but i'm keeping it. michael's new love interest. locking the boys out. the boys proceeding to climb onto our deck and open the sliding door, nearly causing a heart attack. fits of i hate you. lumberjack pants and pajamas. playing with my hair. too much time to think. missing home and all it entails. quite an adventure.
there's probably more. and pictures.
goodnight♥
Sunday was incredible, early 4th of July celebration out at Karyn's. May well have been the last before I leave. Spent quality time with Ab, Lauren, Michael, David, Beth and Gretchen (who are both home from California now!) Amazing. Chayse is darling, my family is red, and Dave didn't even burn the chicken. Bliss.
Too much work.
Hung out with Mia and Eileen after 597340759347093 years. You two are the best and I will miss you dearly. A flood of memories came back - the talk we had driving home in the dark after the senior skating party, baking at Mia's house with Ema, swimming last summer and Eileen leaving for McDonald's with no shoes.. everything. It's been a long road full of adventures and memories, and at times I thought we were going to lose it. Granted, this is mostly due to my tendency to overdramatize reality and where our lives are going when in fact, nobody can say for sure; nonetheless, here we are, six weeks from college. I can only hope that we hold on to the greatness that we have for years to come. Thanks for being true.
I love that I get sentimental at two AM. Do you love it?
Ad adventure of unknowingness, yet all too familiar. the comfortable backseat - left side with my trout blanket. 5 am could never come soon enough. dancing amid crazed highway drivers. french toast at good ol' cracker barrel. dawn breaking, bring out the cd players and sexual tension. always sitting to his right, legs touching - a glimmer of possibility? convincing myself otherwise. bonding over toe shaving in the van. laughter and curls. getting lost, starving, desolate city and two whole weeks on the horizon. reuniting with the lanzas, realization of how little time i have left. one right turn, a stop sign, a mobile home and broken boat later, and we arrive at the innisfree. "INNISFREE, CAUSE OUR HOUSE SUCKS!" bad 70s porno. abbey breaking off handles. heinous carpeting. infinite slanted wood ceiling and claustrophobic bathrooms. possibilities. breaking away to the beach, night time walk for four. only two in my mind. crabs!. a new day, new house. bliss. spiral staircase takes me back twelve years and tons of memories - pink sunscreen, flying kites, sand turtle, and the same damn staircase. never wanting anything more than shining sun, crashing waves and kenny filtrating through my headphones. one mile and one quarter to the lanza's glorious beach haven. 72 packs of fruit snacks. s'mores. gin and rummy tournaments, despite cory always kicking our asses. leaving the score sheet in the table. laughing so hard i think i'm going to have an accident. bonding with the family. ready to leave louisville and all it entails behind, or so i think presently. sharing the bathroom. sideways glances and smiles. certainty. wanting so badly to mess it all up for the sake of a good time and a great story. confidence. tanning oil on smooth legs and broad backs. shells until one's heart is content. adventures in the piggly wiggly. "box of wine, puts me right out!". incorporating use of the words red and gator. "ya wanna trade sharts?!". neighbors from beloit, who would have guessed?. long walk on wooden planks to the glorious sand. straightening cory's hair. sleepovers in the bunk beds. one amazing night full of conversation and hushed laughter. bonds grow deeper. cuddling, warm bodies. innocence turns to infidelity. can't believe my eyes. loss of sleep. 6 am beach walk alone. a jumble of emotions. crushed. knew it would happen, and not to me. silent treatment. wishing i could be home, but with who? spilling my heart out to michael. a mile and a quarter, chattanooga advice and a serious revelation later, i know i'm gonna be alright. closed door talks with my booboo. still my favorite person ever. relief. hamburgers. knocking on the door, biting my lip. invited to sit down and share a pillow. quiet talk in the dark. spilling my heart out, round two for the day. sincerity. understanding. disappointment, but relief. a good night's sleep. awkwardness between four young adults, everyone with their own batch of emotions. a mini soap opera, perhaps. a slice of real life. unknowing parents. bonding in our mishaps and secrets. kayaking. primping and out to dinner. capturing moments on film. hilarious rounds of cranium. ripped, party of.. too many. spelling backwards. "I DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS SHIT!", slurred. molding out of clay. charades, pete murphy style. ice cream and liquer. liquer is alcohol?! no way. chinese takeout. learning to drive the minivan. timidly, then with confidence. singing our hearts out as memories of summers at the lake flood back - dixie chicks blaring on uncle dave's boat. chicken in the ocean. buried in the sand, something biting my ass. piggly wiggly shorts. standing in the kitchen in just my thong. never calling home. seclusion is a beautiful thing. "INDIGO, CAUSE WE'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE PURPLE!" absolute lookout. shelby county abortion clinic, no fetus can beat us!. durka durka, mohammad gihad. eyebrows. grinning. lacrosse and football on the beach. sweltering temperatures. margaritas and daquaries. morning runs bring more uncertainty. more than once?. back to innisfree. the boys scaring the shit out of us many, many times. bad news berry, sorry guys. watching kept and real world. guesstures. sand coating everything. naps in our humongous bed. more trips to apalachicola. panama city for an afternoon. traffic and hispanic working men. shopping aplenty. nauseous. broken cd player after i accidentally launched it off the deck. mornings of espn's cold pizza with my trout blanket and cheerios. never being able to relay all that happened to everyone at home. "GIT THE BIGGIN!". feelings hitting home, hard. bonfire and depression. the torch. burnt noses and chests, in my case. casey and his 4-wheeler. gorgeous guy at papa joe's, yelling "wow" through the screened-in porch. whoops. serious lack of hot males. adorable puppies, missing sallye and noble. a rainbow. shark on the beach. rednecks. gorgeous sunsets, wishing i was sharing them with him. except not him. but who?. solitude. comfort in reading. lots and lots and lots of lemonade. van on the beach, redneck style. failed attempt at horseback riding. never unpacking. awesome new purse. stealing cory's margaritaville shirt. i still have it. shhh. he knows. but i'm keeping it. michael's new love interest. locking the boys out. the boys proceeding to climb onto our deck and open the sliding door, nearly causing a heart attack. fits of i hate you. lumberjack pants and pajamas. playing with my hair. too much time to think. missing home and all it entails. quite an adventure.
there's probably more. and pictures.
goodnight♥