Porqueeee....

I'm sitting in a car with a smoke hanging out of my hand, mastering the technique of dashing it out the window for a super quick flick of the thumb, pop off any excess ash before it flies back into my eye, or even worse, out of my hand entirely.

I'll take it back to my mouth, you know, shave off another five minutes. There's nothing about smoking that's remotely cool, but your little roll of dried leaves and cyanide won't say anything about that until you've been at it for a few months.

And it's all, E minor, G, C, A and there's waves of heat making the road wiggle, and you look out the window just in time to see some kid on a skateboard eat it while his board flies out from under him and into his friend, what a hilarious disaster.

3 Months Without A Moment To Breathe

And 13 days until Colorado.

I have this belt, it was my father's, it's a wide and leather with a big brass buckle and it's older than me by far. I had to poke a new hole in it with a jack knife to make it small enough for me, but it's the absolute perfect belt. They never make women's belts like this.

Today, after graduation, I went to Village Inn with two carloads of friends. My 9th grade English teacher was there. She'd gotten fired for being too controversial; the woman swore like a sailor and gave it to students bluntly whether or not they could handle it. She said, while eating a slice of coconut cream pie, that she had been throwing away her graded papers and she'd come across an analysis paper I'd written on "The Secret Life Of Bees", in which I said the honey in the book was a metaphor for religion, and she'd kept it rather than throw it out. This was a higher compliment to me than you can imagine.

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There's this girl at my school, she
collects can tabs.
Thousands of them. Literally. On a chain made of those chains that keep you from stealing pens at the bank.
This huge coiled snake of can tabs, it must be
ten fifteen feet long.

And it's so simple and beautiful, I want to find something meaningful out of it. Something subtle.

These Are A Few Of My Least Favorite Things

1. Someone you really want to talk to being far away.
2. PlayRadioPlay
3. My brother's mustache
4. Scorpions
5. The gravel at the bottom of the river that you have to step on to get to the sand part.
6. People that shoot you five times after you're already out in paintball.
7. Sunrise
8. The way big cities smell
9. The way alarms sound a million times more stressful after the second or so day you use them.
10. Texting people when you really just want to talk to them
11. Awkwardness
13. Grocery shopping
14. Metronomes that make that beep sound that makes you want to kill things.

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

1. Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
2. Math
3. The Boston Red Sox
4. Nerdy Classical Piano
5. Gibson SG
6. "The Departed"
7. Watching Soccer
8. Rat
9. Hot weather
10. Paintball
11. Mars
12. Iced Tea
13. Chamoy
14. the Rio Grande river
15. Film Noir
16. Documentaries
17. Physics
18. Being Clean
19. Pay Day. No, that should be number one, for sure.