shake some trees. see what falls.

takin' steps.
long long walks with sore feet and tired, burning eyes.
short, to the point words afterward
that could lead to something significant
or to something disheartening.
either way
steps taken.

this weekend was full of good things
starting this wednesday, i'll be working almost every day.
i'll try to keep summer alive, though.

my school schedule is early classes monday through thursday.
nothing too late so i can keep my schedule open for theatre.
no class fridays.

i need some big summer fun.
road trips or water antics.
it's almost August.
closing out with Virginfest will be strong
but there needs to be more.

the cost of livin'

spending too much money on food.
spending way too much money on drinks.
but!
i didn't buy any clothes this week.

i need to find someone (a lady) to take to see:
500 Days of Summer
Where the Wild Things Are

and there are more movies to see.

Chelsea and AC Milan tomorrow.
ohhhh shiiiit.

Man Crush

on Joseph Gordon-Levitt in 500 Days of Summer.
and always crushin' on Zooey Deschanel

bargain updates

two things on wednesday:

walked to Marshalls to get some fresh air and exercise.
ending up finding a perfect pair of Volcom board shorts.
very short (above my knees) with pink, yellow and orange plaid over grey.

went to Nordstrom Rack at night.
there were two Burberry polos in the extra super clearance section.
the short sleeve one happened to be my size (kind of really wish the long sleeve one was).
navy blue.
perfect for work.

friday is a great day for thrifting.
let's see what i find...

in this modern life.

every day...
i fight the urge to spend a ridiculous amount of money on an article of clothing that i don't need at all.
change what i'm wearing at least three times.
fluxate between waking up real early with my alarm or ignoring the alarm and sleeping until i feel disgusted with myself.
twice, maybe three times a week, i go to work at some point.
drink a latte.
work out.
watch at least two movies.
read a few pages from I Like You: Entertaining Under the Influence by Amy Sedaris.
poop.
drink as much water as possible.
make breakfast.
buy lunch (trying to cut back on this).
eat dinner that was made for me (would love to work on making my own).
eat ice cream before bed.
watch Adult Swim until 1:30 in the morning.
make some phone calls that go unanswered.
enjoy a good drive.

wish i was somewhere more exciting than here.

no matter how full i make these days,
there remains this empty feeling in me.

these things take time.

and don't you dare forget.

used to be so fucking tough
we slept with knives behind our eyes
stayed out late and wandered all night
kept a reason to fight back then
fighting education and religion
familial ties and major decisions
anything to keep us on the streets
anything to keep our feet
a step ahead of the rest

now there’s something missing in my chest
this heart may beat
but too damn fast
and I can’t sort out or look back
catch my breath or beat this sense
that the good times are all but gone
and it’ll be harder from here on
there isn’t a single song
to describe how we feel these nights
divided and distant
tell me
do you miss them?

those nights we treated like days
those days we wasted away
the sunrises from the backseats
and the star lit skies on back streets
distant drives without destination
living with a vision

these days, we’re just living
alive like everyone else