the separation of us and state
soo.. what do you know. i.m back again for a little bit.
recently went on a mini vacation to savannah, GA. god it was so beautiful. wrote about it in my written journal.
working on this strange thing that i mentioned last time with brandon. it all boils down to the distance and his motivation. i.m just not enough of a priority to him right now and he.s also got another turn off by the name of "ann". but that is a long story in and of its self and i don.t really have the time. the really scary thing is, i.m am really good at trying to talk myself out of love. and now that i have a secure wall around this thing, i.m believing that he really isn.t the one. but maybe i knew that all along ? whatever it is, whatever is driving me towards him and not letting me get away, it.s strong. and it weakens me. there is a definate connection that i can.t let go of. the force is with us.
in other news, savannah was wonderful. wrote this about it:
we went downtown to the river district and walked through Forsyth Park to get there. beautiful everything. once we got downtown we went to eat at a greek restaurant called olympia we had a greek red wine and saganaki. then we walked down river st. to a candy shoppe that filled the crisp, but warm night air with the scent of prailines. we ate a few. across the street were some local bums playing guitar and dancing. we requested "sweet georgia" and they played it with great soul. walked on to an irish pub that served smithwicks and had a live irish band. then went over to the pirate house to catch another ale and maybe some local booty. :) walked home down bull st. and through the Forsyth Park where the oak-lined is lit just enough to see the ground paved all in brick below and the almost full moon shining throug what seemed endless spots of spanish moss. went to sleep on a beautiful victorian bed.
up early the next day for 8:00A breakfast |which was really 7A my time|. decided to get some coffee @ a local coffee house down the road close to our bed and breakfast: "Park Avenue Manor". Another partly cloudy/ still enough sun to shine like poetry through overhanging trees and make beautiful shadows all over the memorial statues of savannah.s historical district. sat next to forsyth fountain for a bit then hurried over to st. john.s cathedral, towering like a massive phallic power-hungry southern baptist over this town of many cultures. inside was a holy water fountain-type thingy with a gereen celtic cross at the bottom. made me feel a little more at ease :)
Next day met hellen and jack.. such wonderful southern people, complete with that rare southern hospitality. they took us to see the winsloe estates, the first estabolished plantation on the outskirts of Georgia. if beauty was a place, it would be this. crabs scurrying at the edge of the forrest, where it opens up into marshlands that have this sort of haze of fog lurking mysteriously over the land.
saw hellen and jack.s youngest son, Matt, who was once once my babysitter in gainsville, FL. my only embarassment being that he quit babysittin for jeff and i when he was sitting in front of the TV one day and i decided to go try to kiss him. |among other embarassing things| i was 7. i think. he walked in on me in the bathroom by accident one day and i secretly liked it. i fantasized about him after that. i don.t think i would have been such a horny little grrl iof shivonne and her father hadn.t gotten to me first.
thought of this menagerie of events in my life and how odd each and evey one has been, and never, until now, have i stopped to admire this out-played and down-played quote from that movie that took place here in savannah:
"Life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what you're gonna get."
and so my friends, i shall read from you again. for now, this is shannon saying good night from all of us here at rockford news, chicago. |not supposed to make sense|
bye for now, y'all !
xo
recently went on a mini vacation to savannah, GA. god it was so beautiful. wrote about it in my written journal.
working on this strange thing that i mentioned last time with brandon. it all boils down to the distance and his motivation. i.m just not enough of a priority to him right now and he.s also got another turn off by the name of "ann". but that is a long story in and of its self and i don.t really have the time. the really scary thing is, i.m am really good at trying to talk myself out of love. and now that i have a secure wall around this thing, i.m believing that he really isn.t the one. but maybe i knew that all along ? whatever it is, whatever is driving me towards him and not letting me get away, it.s strong. and it weakens me. there is a definate connection that i can.t let go of. the force is with us.
in other news, savannah was wonderful. wrote this about it:
we went downtown to the river district and walked through Forsyth Park to get there. beautiful everything. once we got downtown we went to eat at a greek restaurant called olympia we had a greek red wine and saganaki. then we walked down river st. to a candy shoppe that filled the crisp, but warm night air with the scent of prailines. we ate a few. across the street were some local bums playing guitar and dancing. we requested "sweet georgia" and they played it with great soul. walked on to an irish pub that served smithwicks and had a live irish band. then went over to the pirate house to catch another ale and maybe some local booty. :) walked home down bull st. and through the Forsyth Park where the oak-lined is lit just enough to see the ground paved all in brick below and the almost full moon shining throug what seemed endless spots of spanish moss. went to sleep on a beautiful victorian bed.
up early the next day for 8:00A breakfast |which was really 7A my time|. decided to get some coffee @ a local coffee house down the road close to our bed and breakfast: "Park Avenue Manor". Another partly cloudy/ still enough sun to shine like poetry through overhanging trees and make beautiful shadows all over the memorial statues of savannah.s historical district. sat next to forsyth fountain for a bit then hurried over to st. john.s cathedral, towering like a massive phallic power-hungry southern baptist over this town of many cultures. inside was a holy water fountain-type thingy with a gereen celtic cross at the bottom. made me feel a little more at ease :)
Next day met hellen and jack.. such wonderful southern people, complete with that rare southern hospitality. they took us to see the winsloe estates, the first estabolished plantation on the outskirts of Georgia. if beauty was a place, it would be this. crabs scurrying at the edge of the forrest, where it opens up into marshlands that have this sort of haze of fog lurking mysteriously over the land.
saw hellen and jack.s youngest son, Matt, who was once once my babysitter in gainsville, FL. my only embarassment being that he quit babysittin for jeff and i when he was sitting in front of the TV one day and i decided to go try to kiss him. |among other embarassing things| i was 7. i think. he walked in on me in the bathroom by accident one day and i secretly liked it. i fantasized about him after that. i don.t think i would have been such a horny little grrl iof shivonne and her father hadn.t gotten to me first.
thought of this menagerie of events in my life and how odd each and evey one has been, and never, until now, have i stopped to admire this out-played and down-played quote from that movie that took place here in savannah:
"Life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what you're gonna get."
and so my friends, i shall read from you again. for now, this is shannon saying good night from all of us here at rockford news, chicago. |not supposed to make sense|
bye for now, y'all !
xo