the second time around

Watching the documentaries on making the Don't Cry and Novemeber Rain videos, sitting here feeling fourteen, remembering everything I thought back then. Strange how this part of me has never ever changed.

I must be depressed to be doing this right now. Maybe I will go to bed and practice those dreams I used to have to help me sleep. Almost real, it all was.

and when you're in need of someone
my arms won't deny you
so many seem so lonely
with no one left to cry to baby...

elevation

Clouds, and a sprinkling of rains drops. I sang and danced my way to the mail box.

Drove around town applying for jobs in bookstores. Rode the LX, now 982, down to campus. Ran errands, and hung out in Metro. Talked with Kim in the slow moments, told her how to make Moscow Mules. We discovered we both like black currant juice with vodka, and decided we should have a vodka party sometime. Discussed numerous ways to use vodka in cooking, and how in fifth grade I once tried to make scones at Tracy's house that turned into hockey pucks. I think we threw them at things in the backyard, they were completely inedible.

Listened to pop songs on the radio, riding the bus down Mopac, dappled sunlight and the familiar sights. Wrote some random observations. I feel better today.

yeah I'm watching videos again

I read it on a wall
it went straight to my head
It said "Dance to the tension of a world on edge."
-Garden of Eden