gypsy feet

My friend Lauren used this term the other day to describe what her granny used to say about her ever present desire to get away. I feel it now more than ever, and can't help but imagine myself on the west coast, in a successful career, with interesting friends and a solid social life. Oh graduation....where are you? I think I just need a little substance to my day to day.

lisa

Lisa is probably turning over in her would-be grave over the amount of blog rules I have broken. I have managed to steer clear of using last names, but I am positive I've broken the other rules. Lisa, as a pro-blogger manages to be funny,witty, and simultaneously vague. I, on the other hand can barely keep my mouth shut in real life, soooo it is not surprising that my blog has taken a turn for the worst. I am actually not sure what one of the rules was, but the most important one was don't get too emotional....fail. Well, positive vague things to talk about....

Leah comes home this Sunday and I feel as though my life is about to fall back into line. Godiva....same old same old. Cranky customers, shitty hours, minimum wage. And during the day I do literally nothing. Maybe I'll get a haircut this week.I think I have a mullet right now. Dear Life, would a little positive energy/excitement be too much to ask for?Maybe a plane ticket to LA, please?

I need a vacation from all this nothing that I've been doing.....

I really feel like painting currently but I'm too lazy to move the frames and lamp off my trunk to dig out my supplies. So what this means is I'll either read or watch lame youtube videos for a while.

to check out the aforementioned, brilliant blogger that is Lisa :

lisafromappalachia.com

departure.

What do you do when you feel yourself being so strongly in one direction, you know departure is necessary and inevitable, but all you can do is run full speed toward the opposite? I've been berated and belittled so many times I can't understand what's true anymore. I wish more than anything to be a clean slate, freed of every experience until now.

speeding ticket.

40 in a 30.

Fuck the police.

Courtesy.

Apparently no one knows what it means to be courteous anymore, i.e. treating others the way you desire to be treated. I always felt returning calls and emails was a no brainer. Not many people in my life seem to agree at the moment, especially craigslisters who would have my heart skip a beat upon seeing their 150 dollar bonnaroo ticket, and then never get back to me. Even if the ticket was no longer available, I feel like if in their shoes, I'd be kind enough to make this known.

Also, to the old man that came into my workplace today and was hateful enough to make me cry, fuck you. Minimum wage is not enough incentive to deal with assholes like you.

home.

Simon and Garfunkel, Indigo Girls, and Sufjan are going to make it ok.

Highschool Graduation, re-visited

If you have ever visited a small town in the south, there are a few givens. The biggest attraction/and or meeting place is the local Walmart,and the people are very friendly, very racist, and very conservative. This is the setting for the scene of my cousin's graduation festivities.

After we drove for 30 minutes to the closest restaurant, we arrived at The Garden Patch, which is made entirely of tin and looks more like a warehouse than a restaurant.It's an all you can eat buffet. The most telling points of the selection were something called "streaked neat" which is fatty bacon deep friend until it's crispy, and fried green tomatoes. I can't knock some good fried green tomatoes, but it was a little hard to stomach with the three different specimens of taxidermy staring at me from the walls.The waiter never seemed to grasp that I, in fact, was not the graduate, seeing as he congratulated me several times and patted me on the back on my way out, saying, "It feels good to make it through twelve years, doesn't it!?" I smiled and thanked him. As we left, I noticed a flag above the register, below which was enscribed

"America: Love It or Leave It!" Did I mention that my grandmother brushed the lint off off my ass in front of all of the fine patrons of The Garden Patch?

Once at the stadium, I made a bee line to the bathroom due to the two giant diet cokes I drank at the restaurant. As I'm washing my hands, two very loud, very large women come into the bathroom. I hear one of them settle in, and(sorry for the graphic description) as the first poop plops into the water she screams WOOOOOOO! I had to leave very quickly to avoid erupting in laughter. As we waited for the ceremony to start,the rules of conduct were announced three separate times over the loud speaker, making me increasingly wary of what they expected to go down. The 8 cop cars didn't help ease this suspicion. There were some rough looking people there that looked like they were very possibly attending their first graduation of any kind.Oh, and it rained.

The rest of our evening was spent drinking coffe and eating italian cream cake while watching the news. In accordance with the same manner in which I have conducted myself for the majority of our visit,I choose not to contradict the ridiculous political assertions of my ultra conservative republican family. Among the most notable of these specualtions are "I bet the spill is terrorism! You know they can swim down there and just blast it!" My dad is currently trash talking Letterman in favor of Leno because "At least Leno takes shots at both sides."

Tomorrow I get to go into the city to see the lovely Lisa, with whom I will escape the craziness while scouring the aisles of Ikea and enjoying lunch in Little 5. I love my family, don't get me wrong, but I'm really looking forward to the break.