Ressurection of Communication n' Such

The fact that I haven't posted in so long is a testament to my forgetful mindset. I guess it's easier said than done, keeping up with things like these. Remembering, that is. Take your vitamins, wash your face, update your blog, up-sell at work so corporate will acknowledge your existence. All these lovely details hold, of course, complete priority over breathing. And that's okay.

I start college in a couple weeks. Paint me excited. Like most post-nineties, lost somewhere between indie and hippie classification, hyper misfits, I'm pretty kinda stoked. Far from any one thriving emotion, mind you. It wouldn't be totally awesome with a twist of philosophy or mystery or whatever the hell these kids today consider hip if I was purely excited. However, if I was dreading it, why go in the first place. Find a balance, people. Be merrily bleak so everyone else feels better about (insert life's shit here). I am a people pleaser, after all.

Shopping for school crap sucks. Yes, these are things I am just finding out. Yes, I am aware that you've probably been there, but I implore you, let me bitch anyway. At least they have book buyback at the end of the year. Remind me not to let some angry freshman rat borrow my books for anything. I refuse. The academic side doesn't really bother me that much, it's the look-good-for-something-better-than-high-school-because-you-haven't-been-in-any-sorta-school-in-nearly-two-years kinda thing. Tell me I'm pretty shut up I don't wanna know. See? Alot goin' on here. Shopping's fun, but my quirky refusal to try on the clothes I deem worthy of purchase only to find they don't fit right or something kinda sucks. I realize the stupidity in this course of action and I choose not to do anything about it.

And, like the angst-ridden Jake you evidently see in early posts, I also have jack-shit going on in the relationship world. I hope college opens up new doors. I'm sick of turning locked knobs.

I finally put my room back together after more than a year of cluttered vacancy and couch potato living. I did the best I could making it my own kinda thing, but it'll do for now. A few more wall hangings wouldn't hurt. Some say it makes the place seem alot smaller, plastering the drywall with paintings and such. I agree, but positively; it gives me beautiful boundaries in which the little world I tuck myself away becomes a slightly more colorful one. I often daydream about my future living situations, past the dorms and college parties of the school I go to after this. The idea of a loft high into the lights of downtown brings a smile to my face. I will have wooden floors, a white ceiling, and earth tones. Hues of olive green, midnight blue, and raw sienna. Nothing vibrant and loud, but on the contrary; deep with echoes, so that when you peer into the room, it glances back deeply.

I can't wait to paint shit up sometimes. And I want an overhead shower, with water falling straight down. Let me feel as if I'm bathing in rain. I belong in a converted warehouse deep in the garment district.

To be continued, I'm sure. For now, I've gotta hit the futon. Lake of the Ozarks vacation in the morning. Three hour drive into the heart of the hillbilly nation. I know, I'm excited too.