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I'm Coming (Going-question mark?) Home, Beneath the Willow Tree

I've been in California now for about four months. I really do think that that old folksinger quote- "We all go looking for paradise, and then we go back home"- might actually be true. It should be amended though: "We all go looking for paradise, spend years trying to find it in different things, then eventually give up and settle for what we have. After that, if we are lucky, we gain the wisdom to know that paradise was in the finding that was happening all along". That's more of a mouthful and I don't think it would sound songarific if set to a tune.

In a round-a-bout way I think that I'm trying to say; 1) I'm happy to be going back to Ohio for a little while, I miss my family and Killer Cocoadog, 2) I'm glad that I spend time here, I feel older and maybe wiser, or maybe just older, 4) Staying in one place for any amount of time is no bueno, 5) Hey, look at these new friends I've made!, 6) I think I have tendonitis, and 7) Where are those voices coming from?

Don't sweat the petty stuff and don't pet the sweaty stuff.

An apple a day keeps the zombies at bay.

A stitch in your thumb hurts like a bitch.

Why can't I write anything coherent, ever?

Pure Flippin' Genius

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Wow, I really love how blogspot kept that formatted for me ::rollseyes:: why does technology hate me!?

Better yet, why does my CAR hate me? I couldn't make a left turn out of my work parking lot because I kept rolling back into the line of cars behind me. So I turned right, drove down the rode for a while until I found an abandoned factory parking lot and then turned right and headed home. But not before I tried to gun it in second and stalled out halfway into the turn. You know, I'm fairly sure I'm going to die pretty soon. I should start selling ticket: If You Want to See Jesus Ride In Car with Me.

This Friday I'm going to watch my co-worker's daughter perform Queen songs at her highschool choir concert. I'm really excited. But I'm not excited about working...I'm on this new preparing-for-road-travel-on-a-low-budget diet in which I sustain myself with only beef or chicken boulloin (is that how you spell it) broth in a thermos, as well as coffee...lots and lots of coffee...and Gushers. Holy crap, I'm obsessed with Gushers and other gummies. I'm a bad, vicefull person. But I know all of the lyrics to Baby Beluga and you probably don't, therefore I am better than you. Bitch. Okay, I'm done. For now.

Bicycle, Bicycle! I Want to Ride My Bicycle!

At work we've been obsessively listening to Queen (or maybe I'm the only one who has been listening obsessively) because one of the ladies' daughter will be performing Bohemian Rhapsody with her school choir on Friday. I can't stop thinking of Queen songs. I've tried to listen to other music, but it does not help with matters...

Agrhh! My aunt is having a Homemaker's Meeting in our living room and there are all these strange women giggling and exchanging polite conversation while all the while probably thinking very nasty things about one another and silently competing with each other in their heads. I'm afraid to go take a shower though I desperately need one...sometimes I feel that living here is like walking on eggshells.

I'm not really sure what I intend to find in California that does not exist here or anywhere else in the world, but I know that I was much happier when I lived there so I am just assuming that if I move back I will be happy again? That sounds bad, like I'm not happy here. I'm quasi-happy, which is something. It's better than being miserable, which I've spent plenty of time being. I just wish I had a secure avenue to finish school and get into the field that I wish to work in. Unfortunately I have no way of paying for school all at once and I continuously have to drop out. It's really discouraging, especially when all of my friends are about to graduate or already have. Kind of makes me feel incompetent actually...Not that I have too much control over the situation. I was born into a particular socio-economic group in our invisible caste system and moving upward is a hard deal. To move upward one must be educated and successful. So far I am neither. Well, depending on how you define success. I just want to do as much good as possible, because I am not sure if I'll ever get another chance, or if there is anything else to look foreward to in this existance.

All I want to do is ride my bicycle, dammit!

Leave, stupid women, leave! I need to shower!

Oh well...showering is overrated, as is freedom, money and happiness.

I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bicycle...I'm just a poor boy from a poor family...

Of Narcissism and Nodules (Mr.)

Speaking of narcissism, I am obsessively reading Anais Niin (am I making suggestions of the unsaid here?). Well, I mean, she does deal with narcissism in her work. So, is my car supposed to make the sound of metal grinding against metal when I go into fifth gear? Just wondering...


Ahem! Well, anyways...I watched Across the Universe again tonight. It made me wish I was back in Santa Rosa. Or that I had purpose in life. Or that I could sing like Dana Fuchs. One of those three things the movie made me feel. Or it made me wish I was on LSD, which is a more viable wish than all others. So what are you waiting for? Let's find Dr. Robert/Bono and drink the technocolored punch.

Woooooooohooooooooo!

It's much too late for me to be up and typing words of senslessness. I must awake early for work.

Driving Miss Crazy

Miss Crazy being myself. So, needless to say I am in actuality driving other drivers crazy with my inability to correctly accellerate with my five-speed vehicle. I really do hope that 'practice makes perfect' because I will be practicing every day for the rest of my life until this vehicle dies. May Jesus spare you all.

In other news, now that I am a vehicle owner I know the true pain of gas prices: $50 to fill my tank, and I have a '95 sunfire, a little piddly thing that under normal non-Iraq War circumstances would probably take $20 to fill. At most. $50 is a lot of money, it's like 333.33333333333333333333333333333333333333333 packages of ramen noodles, which equals a year's supply of meals for my college-budget self. Such bullcrap, they raise tuition in order to encourage kids to join the army, hence the reason they offer so much money for 'college' aka training courses that will never transfer or be useful in anything, so you might as well get knocked up and have fifty kids and work full time and take advantage of the system. Dam, I mean, seriously. Beaver Dam.

Anyways, whatever. One day I'll be dead and none of this will matter.

Oh, and I'm moving to Sonoma County California in July. Or I'm leaving in July and taking a roadtrip out there. It will most likely be yay fun considering my ability to handle my car. I found a tent at Aldi for $20 (you know, the non-war price to fill my gas tank) and am planning on sleeping on the sides of the road and also maybe KOAs if I have the money. Mostly just wooded areas on the side of the road. I hope I don't get kidnapped and murdered before I reach Cali...But it's a possibility I've factored into my thought process. I miss Jamie!

I Want A Kite!

Last night I watched the movie Kiterunner, a movie that I have wanted to see for a few months now due to its being about Afghanistan (to a certain extent), and because I thought it would be similar to Turtles Can Fly, one of my favorite movies. Well, it really wasn't like TCF, probably because it was directed by an American (the person who directed Finding Neverland, which was very well directed). Usually American directors don't do much for me, but I think that the author of the book Kiterunner had a lot to do with the making of the movie and so it maintained a large portion of accuracy and integrity in the movie version. It was a really beautiful storyline (and the two main characters were so cute, I wish I'd had a best friend like they were when I was a kid! My friends were all big jerks though) that portrayed some of the racial/ethnic tensions between the different Afghan ethnicities. The movie, surprisingly enough, was not about the U.S./Afghan conflict, but it did have a lot to do with the Taliban. It was a story about the Soviet Russians invading Afghanistan in the seventies and the Taliban's attempts to 'restore order' afterward, but their initial extremism. The main character, Amir jan, moves to San Fransisco with his father at a young age (I also love the movie because it takes place partly in San Fran/Bay Area) but must travel back to his homeland to save the son of his childhood best friend. Okay, I won't say anything more because I don't want to be a spoiler...but I would definitely suggest this movie if you want to learn a little bit about recent Afghan history and be infused with warm-fuzzies (the movie had the best ending I've seen in a long time).

I also read a really amazing book (written by a Californianer) about Cleveland. It is called Seedfolks. Seedfolks is the story of a small courtyard dump that is transformed into a community garden, starting with one young Vietnamese girl who wants to plant bean plants to honor the father she never knew. Through this act, people from many different backgrounds are brought together in a way that they normally would never come together. One of my new favorite books.