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The Montana Diaries...

Friday: July 1st, 2005.

--1:07 P.M.--
I've been in this car for less than 2 hours and the conversation between these two women has been nothing but caustic. It is destroying my faith in God, decency, joy, & humanity.

All the words revolve around disease, crime, and death. Oh, and let's not forget the 20 minute conversation about suicide. That is exactly what I needed.

Does age kill optimism and conversation? If so, kill me when I hit 30. I have nothing in common with these people except blood. That's really tragic.


--1:32 P.M.--
My mother is the most spastic, nervous wreck of a driver. Ever.

--2:40 P.M.--
Ok. I think I'm allergic to my Grandma. *snrrrrrrk!*

--5:07 P.M.
There is road work EVERYWHERE! This is getting to be re-goddamn-diculous.

--5:15 P.M.
*SNEEZE* ...RE-COCK-U-LOUS!!! RAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!


Sunday: July 3rd, 2005.

--7:00 p.m.--
Well...it's been. I've been fluctuating between captive and willing participant without much warning. I still can't believe we're going to be here for a week and we really only have 2 days worth of plans. That irritates me greately. Yep...makes me feel like a hostage. I don't want to be here for that long. I'm feeling very restricted & I don't like it.

Also, I need a fucking job like I need oxygen. Can't exactly do anything about that while I'm out here. I am really irritated with myself too, because I know that I would have a lot more fun if I was here with a different group of people, and wouldn't mind the spontaneity. I just know that after the raft trip, and after Jason and Lisa leave everything will plummet into the raging inferno that is Suckville.

I miss Damon already. It's dually magnified by the fact that I really don't want to be here, and by the fact that his name is plastered on the side of that goddamn massive motorhome.

In other news, today was spent climbing mountains and swimming. Not too shabby.



Monday: July 4th, 2005

--11:00 A.M.--
I have never felt so unpatriotic on the 4th before. Huh...


Tuesday: July 5th, 2005

--12:26 A.M.--
You know you're from Wisconsin when...

Not singing "Proud to be an American" by Lee Greenwood on the 4th seems corrupt and becomes a severely disorienting concept that plagues your entire prideless fireworks display.

Went whitewater rafting today in freezing-ass cold water. 0_o It was a lot milder than I expected, but I definitely want to go again... especially when the water is higher.

It was interesting chillin' with Terry today. He's a nice guy & has distractingly perfect teeth.

Jason & Lisa are leaving tomorrow. I can't help but adore their children. Lisa wants to "hang out" so I think I'll invite them to go swimming some Sat. I'm going to miss chatting with Jason about surfing/skating & his band. He is so unbelievably cool. I think it's awesome that he & Lisa dated in the Uptown area... right on Calhoun. That's almost exactly what I'm doing now. Great minds or small world? ...maybe both.

Also, I've decided that I want to leave near Mountains. Not necessarily in them, but near them. I've fallen in love with hiking & driving around death defying curves.


--1:00 A.M.--
So. Effing. Tired. *ZONK*

--2:49 P.M.--
Taco Bell might be toxic. Malfunction Junction hasn't caused too many issues though.

I really want to go hiking. Got to go. Get the hell out. Too. Fucking. Stagnant.


--11:02 P.M.--
Swimming for 3 hours in a severely chlorinated pool will MURDER YOUR SKIN!

Ow, I tell you what.

Heh, Damon called. I liek him. Great big hearts or something.

I'm about to chill with a really cool southern boy in a few. Thank Christ for communication with normal people. I need a break from my family.

On a completely unrelated note, I spent the past 3+ hours lying to children. Nothing sadistic but they thin I'm a lifeguard. Not so.

I was asked if a 8-year-old boy was my son today. What the fuck? Do I look that old? I would've had to have given birth at twelve! I blame television for this. Go to hell, Jerry Springer.

On a completely unrelated note, I want food. Damon is currently eating Pasta Roni. I am oozing with jealousy and hunger(though half of that hunger has nothing to do with food...).



Thursday: July 7th, 2005

--11:19 P.M.--
Add Keith Sexton. Very charming, sun-kissed, blonde country boy with so much southern hospitality it almost makes me want to move there. I'd have to kill half the people with ridiculously overpowering accents. 18-year-old youngin'! Still, a very interesting evening. Rastafarian Southerner from Virginia. Yeah... I know. His mother had him when he was 14, and he's taking a road-trip across the country. My parents would have shit a brick. Skateboarder, water tower monkey & marvelous conversationalist. I am grateful and refreshed.


Saturday: July 9th, 2005

--12:20 A.M.--
I am SO tired. Drove 9 hours today and I have no idea when I'll be getting back to Minneapolis. I hope Damon & I can go see Dan's band. Their demo cd was ridiculously enjoyable... I miss hanging out with them. They're good guys.

On that note, I want to snuggle with Damon like whoa. I'm too tired to call, pluss I really don't have anything interesting to say since I spent the entire day in a car.

I. need. a. job. ...fuck...

I really miss Matt. I feel like I'm losing touch with him & it's my fault. I don't want to lose my best friend. I don't think he's liking what Aaron has dubbed the "Shemon" thing... but he'll have to deal. He & I need some face-to-face & honest conversation. I miss his piano and his laugh. Hmm...

I'd be depressed about all this but I'm too worn out to really feel.

I think we might just be animals.

Comments

( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
bradco
Jul. 13th, 2005 09:50 am (UTC)
haha, 'rastafarian southerner'
what an awesome genre bender :)

glad you survived the family trip yo
virtuistic
Jul. 13th, 2005 10:19 am (UTC)
It was a very narrow escape. I assure you.
bradco
Jul. 13th, 2005 10:25 am (UTC)
halcyon and parentals, what a winning combination!
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