Biking and Dreams

Today I wanted to go downtown to hang out with my friends Maddy and Alex. My family was all out at Smith Rocks, and I am not one for hiking, so I decided to stay here. But since there wasn't a car I could take to get downtown, I had to bike. So thats 2.5 miles downhill to get there. Piece of cake. Easy. It was finally a warm day and it was beautiful out! I loved it, minus the clouds of gnats by the river (Thank goodness for glasses. My eye shields.) .... So I got down there, hung out with them for awhile, and saw a bunch of baby Jack Russel puppies! I almost died. I know that is the stupidest thing to say, "I almost died" but I really did. I teared up a little knowing that I didn't get to have a puppy, and I considered slipping one that I called George into my backpack and riding away into the sunset. I didn't. But I seriously thought about it... Anyways. I ended up sitting in the gate with them for like 15 minutes and holding one that fell asleep in my arms. OHMYGOODNESS! I want one. All I have is a stupid cat that hates being held. Hates the world in general. Then I had to bike home...

That was again, 2.5 miles home. Only this time, uphill. I still have a bad knee from when I broke it last August. Plus I can't turn my bike to gear one because its broken.. So I am pedaling with all my might. I finally got home, and I felt like my brain had smashed up against the front of my forehead. My head felt so heavy and I totally thought I was going to pass out. I didn't thank goodness. But even worse, I completely forgot that I had a babysitting job tonight! AURG!! Most embarrassing thing in the whole world. I had never babysat for them before, and I was determined to get there on time and make a good impression. Instead, I nearly pass out on our couch, then forget about the job until one hour later. Stab. Me. In. The. Head. I feel SO bad!! I'm going to give them an apology card with a coupon for one free babysitting. I feel like crap. Mental slap to the face.

Also lately -- Dreams. Every night I have dreams. Every night. Literally. Its not like most nights. Its EVERY night. My favorite part of the day is night. Thats kind of an oxymoron, but its totally true. I look forward to night. Its so entertaining. So thrilling. Dreams are so cool. Two nights ago I had 3 dreams in one night! I remembered them all and they were all LONG dreams with story lines. It was so crazy. One of them I was flying (Yeah, flying!) around Bend with Danii, and we were going to fast, and we landed at this deserted airport and we were walking around and everything was so strange. We went inside and it was the Evergreen Aviation Museum. So random.. That was the shortest of them. The longest one I'm only gonna give you a short summary cause it took up three full pages in my journal to write down, and I don't want to explain it again. My brother and I were on this weird island and there was this MASSIVE treehouse. We were digging up dirt around it, and he said to me, "What is the point of us digging all this dirt?" and I said, "Sam, you know this is what we need to survive the night" and he just kept digging. In the distance I saw this weird creature. It was like a mix of a Jack Russel and a wild boar (what's up with all this Jack Russel stuff lately!?). It was light pink, and had belts of leather armor with metal studs all over them and jagged scars running down its face. My computers going to die. Thats a shame. I guess you can make up the rest.

Best word(s) of the day: Totes Innapropes.

(P.S: I beat the wild Boar Russel.

Hardcore Parkour.

My brother, his friend and I all made this Parkour video. In extreme cheesy-ness, I think that this has made my day. I laughed so hard I had to race back home as fast as I could before I peed my pants. That fast. I couldn't eat dinner because my stomach hurt so bad from laughing. So great. Especially the end. The ice cream. Ohhhh I'm laughing again!

Song Writing.

I don't know why, but I am having the toughest time trying to write a song. Just one. Just so I can say, "Why yes, I have indeed written a song!" But I just can't. I bought myself a little Moleskin leather bound writing journal, in hopes that it would inspire me, and also because I've seen so many poets walking around with one. I can't remember if I already wrote about the Poetry Slam I went to last week, but in case I didn't, here it is. I went to a Poetry Slam last week. Fancy that! It was great. So much truth in spoken word. It was like music, minus the change in pitch and instruments or really even singing. But it was beautiful. I loved it so much. Anyways, it inspired me a lot, so I bought the little Moleskin at Target, and I've been writing (or at least attempting to) poetry. None of them rhyme. Well, one does, but its four lines and it is awful! I don't know why its so difficult for me to write songs. My friend Brian can whip out songs in minutes. And they're great! He wrote one about Diet Coke in class the other day, and it was completely stuck in my head ALL DAY. Then these other kids in my guitar class presented a song they had written for the class, and they had a couple guitars, and a drum, and it sounded SO great and I was thinking to myself the whole time, "I would totally buy this on iTunes." I want it. I just don't get it. These performers were Freshman. They wrote this killer song that could become really, really popular. I guess try and fail, and repeat are the steps I'll have to take to finally get a song. One day though. Maybe. Why would I have such a big dream to be a rockstar if I couldn't write songs?! For crying out loud.

I have a couple quotes that are my favorite Office quotes that I'd like to share also. Seeing as its Thursday night and The Office is on tonight.

"Kevin... This is a button" -Holly Flax
"And Kevin Jefferson was out chasing a butterfly!" -Dwight Schrute

Why.

I honestly have to ask -- WHY did Elementary school even bother teaching everyone cursive? They told us all, "You need to learn it because you will use it later in life." When? When exactly is that? I use print. I write each letter as an individual, and so do most people I know. Why do we do this? Well, one, its readable. Every time I get a letter in the mail from my either of my grandma's, its in cursive. The letter will take me more or less 10 minutes to decipher. They're never even that long. I hate reading cursive. I have to squint, re read things over and over again, try and figure out is that a T or and L? Is it and E or and R? Come on. I just despise it. If its written nice, it can be beautiful! But the majority of the time, its sloppy, fast, and smudgy. I cannot read it. Elementary school lied to us all. Think about that. It hurts doesn't it. I spent far too much time perfecting my uppercase G's than I needed to. FAR TOO MUCH TIME. 


Curses.

Sasquatch! Music Festival?!

Sasquatch! Music Festival (SMF)

So, I've been hearing a lot of really good things about the SMF. Like how there are SO many bands that come play, and how they are the kind of bands that I like, the not popular ones, but the AMAZING ones. I really want to go to this. Tickets are like 80 bucks though, and I am lacking 80 bucks, because all my money at the time is going to my Disneyland fund.. Also, I would want an extra 100 dollars to buy CD's and Band stuff while I was there. Plus Gas money. I want to go to this. I went totally pro-planner when that Kate Nash concert came up, whats so different about this? Well, the tickets for that concert was only 20 dollars, not 80... And its not in George, Washington. Which is a lot of gas money. I don't see this happening this year.. Maybe next year. That would be fun. That would give me a full year to save, and by then I would have had my license for over a year, so I could drive other people. I could road-trip down with a bunch of friends! Oh yeah. Okay, so all that out loud thinking really helped. See, look where its gotten me! I'm gonna go to Sasquatch next year. Yeahhh!