this morning I woke up on my stomach. my eyes were still closed, but I realized I was conscious. I lifted myself up while turning my head and opened my eyes to check the time on the alarm clock next to my bed. when I opened my eyes I saw an ivory wall and a sliding glass door, and outside the fog was glowing an incandescent white. it was such a disappointment within that one second of realization that my alarm clock was in a room in my parents' house in a city I no longer call home. the last two and a half weeks suddenly shoved itself between my dream and reality.
I felt so saddened by this because I knew that after one or two more times, I would stop looking for my stupid, black, plastic, Radio Shack alarm clock I've had since the early 90s. I will know it's not there anymore.
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relax Brian. although I found this poetic and sad, I couldn't help but think... TODAY OBAMA IS PRESIDENT!!!!
and he is already the best one we have ever had!!!! (msnbc said that no joke..) people love him!!!
yayayayayayayayayayayay!!!!!
so don't worry about your clock radio, your old home, your friends or past life....
you have Obama! and you should be thankful. greedy pants.
in all seriousness I thought to myself ....
"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone."
"You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."
ya?
it's an interesting thing to miss kitschy things you used to see every day. i can understand that.
"they've all come to look for America. all come to look for America. all come to look for America."
i hope you've heard that song, and i hope you love today, if only a single tiny minute of it.
to scot: that's funny because that exact quote was ringing in my head. of course. I'm such a sad sappy sucker.
to J Pants: I'm googling the song right now to look it up and pretend I'm cool enough to know what you're talking about. and thanks for the positive energy sent my way, I think it worked for one tiny minute :)
ya it sounded familiar : )
into modest mouse atm?
have you listened to Gregory and the hawk recently?
no I haven't listened to any Greg'nHawk :( I don't get enough alone time where I'm not sleeping. and during what little I do have, Sergio is playing bad rap. like right now.
:'( my life
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