I spent the night at Isabel’s and had a wonderful time, although I’m pretty sure her house is haunted. I leave for Kentucky in two weeks. I’m damn excited for the drive there. Two days cuttin across the country in a car is exactly what I need right now. Blastin uncle tupelo and early wilco the whole way.
It almost hurts how much I miss her. I hadn’t thought about it for a long time. But tonight she came to my mind and I became so blue. I sincerely almost cried when she left last year. I don’t know why, either, because we werent the closest of people. But when we did hang out she always proved to be the best person in the world. Our conversations lasted hours and hours into the night, and left me sentimental and happy. And when she left I realized how terrible I had treated her sometimes, ditching her to get drunk with Wyatt and Clark. She always stayed faithful to me, telling me I was a wonderful person, even when I did things like that to her. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. She accepted me and all my flaws, and only a few others in the world have done that. I can’t wait for her to return.
Ok I am done being overly personal and cheesy.
I woke up in a car. Still drunk, with morning walkers and joggers passing by. I then went home and slept until 4pm. I really didnt mean to do that, I was going to stay slightly sober. But when you hang out at Chris Manning’s house, what can you expect? Carefree was there, Cuddles and Clark too. Isabel would not stop calling me darling after each sentence. “Are you hungry darling? I really like that song too darling.” It was extremely funny. She couldn’t stop, and Cuddles kept making fun of her until he passed out at 11, Carefree wrote all over his face. Chris was blasting terrible music, but he sprinkled in some Wilco which he knew would keep me from complaining. People say this, it is a cliche, but I can tell this summer is going to be great. I have a wonderful girl, the best (and most annoying) friends, a job, and my mom has already agreed to let me go camping a lot. So next weekend I am going out to Clinton Lake or somewhere similar to camp. Anyone is welcome to join me.
my parents are off to see Van Halen tonight, leaving me alone to study for my last finals, which happen to be the hardest. I am actually glad I gave my mom my ticket for the show. Im not a big Van Halen fan. She loved them in high school, so did my dad. So I say let them relive their youth tonight, and I will stay home and take care of my moms puppy while studying.
I’m starving. Craving a burger, and to listen to the Stones. What a remarkable day. Shit just keeps getting better.
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"Take Me to the River"
Al Green
Al Green Explores Your Mind
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The weather is perfect. What a lovely night. I love early summer nights, with powerful winds and just a few crickets sprinkled through the yard, soft warm air and the smell of grass. Things always seem perfect at night during this time of year. There is a hushed quiet, only the crickets, the breeze in the trees, and friends drunkenly laughing. The desolate park next to an electricity plant, great electric towers silhouetted in the moon light, completely dark except for the occasional flick of a lighter for a cigarette or bowl, passed around happily. The taste of cold beer. I’m overcome with the urge to run, and I sprint through the field of tall grass over and over again until I’m winded. Nothing feels as wonderful as that. When I’m gassed and sitting with good company, great belly laughs as the jokesters tell their stories, I sigh and collapse to the ground and look up at the stars, content.
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→ 19 May 12 at 1 am
→ 19 May 12 at 1 am
Van Morrison - And It Stoned Me (Unplugged In The Studio) 1970
I suppose I was about twelve years old. We used to go to a place called Ballystockart to fish. We stopped in the village on the way up to this place and I went to this little stone house, and there was an old man there with dark weather-beaten skin, and we asked him if he had any water. He gave us some water which he said he’d got from the stream. We drank some and everything seemed to stop for me. Time stood still. For five minutes everything was really quiet and I was in this ‘other dimension’. That’s what the song is about. - Van Morrison
Oh sweet lord this song
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I’m in a world where everything is just right. Nothing can go wrong, and those things that normally seem wrong are turned into tiny bumps in the road. Like broken glass ground and smoothed down into little beads by the rolling tide, all pretty with colors of green and orange and red. I wear them proudly on a necklace, I rub them with my thumb and index finger while thinking, only I don’t think anymore,I just feel. Every room and person and place is merely vibrating and I feel it all. This place I’ve found is within and around me. I am as much a part of it as it is a part of me, whole and circuitous. This world is flat, a vast universe pressed atop my chest, bursting with pressure into a void without dimension, only colors and that ceaseless vibrating.
