Just a perfect day

Had a steller day at the coast last weekend. In February! It wasnt too cold, very little wind, bright sun. I climbed the GIANT dune at Pacific City with some friends and of course am still finding sand e v e r y w h e r e. The sun set behind the big rock and everyone was standing around with cameras and phones taking pictures. The only bummer was the place where we ate was having a bad night and our food showed up very late and not so good.

Today was rainy but not overcast, which is actaully my favorite kind of spring weather. I got sidetracked buying seeds from a local farm (down with Monsatan!) and decided I was alreay late for class I might as well skip it. Instead I had a really relaxing day, very much needed. Talk to sis and J on the Big island for a minute.

Watched North and South again. This time around I got snagged. I mean I liked RA before alright but now I'm probably in the rabid fan girl side of things. Oh dear.

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I’ve got rabbit in me. Every time I get in the car the road calls, a siren of endless pavement. It whispers that I could be in New Mexico in less than a day, riding through the cold desert air, bats overhead and miles of empty wasteland to cradle my broken dreams. In two days I could be in Iowa, throwing Molotov cocktails out the window and into the inedible fields of corn. In three days maybe four I could be watching the sun rise over the Atlantic, assuming I never slept or got pulled over. I could go North to the cold lonely territories of Canada, where carelessness can still get you killed. To the south lies Mexico, the fitful feckless border guard of the Spanish speaking Americas. Panama, Honduras, Argentina all wait there, dangerous and strange. I could try my luck at sea, stashed away in a cargo container, most likely marked for slavery and worse. Or I could take a plane and play the tourist in a thousand cities, all with the same camera and out of place expression, wandering aimlessly, looking for moments that tell me the experience was worth the money and filthy bathrooms. Every time I get in the car.

*I did get them mixed up. Should be right now :D *

Life on the edge of something a little like rain on a spring day.

Sunday Tuesday Thursday and Saturday I work. Monday Wednesday and Friday I have school. Any free time (hah...free) is spent on homework or attempting to clean up the mess left in the wake of my chaotic path. If I can see the floor of my room then things are pretty much under control. Last night i fell aslepp in my parents living room next to a roaring woodstove fire. This moring i drove home, took a shower, had tea and breakfast, did some laundry, continued watching season 9 of friends, loaded the dishwasher, hand washed the rest, straightened my hair and left for work in time to buy gas and take the long way through the country side. took camp adair road to the back corvallis highway. theres a crumbling skeleton of a building out in field, all thats left are nine or ten angled concrete pylons, facing each other like mossy fingers coming out of the earth. i think nani could take a good picture of it. a troupe of bicyclist had taken over my usual path, complete with flashing light escort cars, so i dove back over to 99 for the rest of the trip.  work was boring but horribly busy and i kept getting flustered, I was glad Joy was my closer. She's very focused and kept things on track. i was all over the place. I carded a guy in his fifties becasue I didnt really look at him before ringing his beer up. Maybe Melissa is right and I should attept to make more eye contact. Soooooooooo emabrassing. Also I got my haircut. but that was awhile ago. I was thinking maybe I'd want to remember it though so I'm leaving a picture.