I am presently working on a novel about experimenting with drugs and experimenting in love and the respective dangers of each. I have based most of the characters on people I already know, mainly because sadly, I know a lot of kids who are addicted to one of the two. I haven't worked on more than a few chapters really but I feel fairly confident that what I have written isn't total shit so I will most likely keep going in the style I am now until someone tells me it's bollocks. I have settled on a title that I think is succint enough to give the reader a good idea of what they're getting themselves into: A Drug Induced Love Story.
I need to do some extensive research into drugs and other illegal narcotics because as far as that goes I'm pretty vanilla other than the handful of experiences I had in high skool with my good friends the Stoners. I'll update regularly with my progress aka I'll let you know if I decide to bugger off and do something different.
Trip 2:
In 16 days I'm going on vacation to ♥San Francisco!♥ S.F. is my favorite city after having lived there for almost 6 years, and I am in a constant state of homesickness since leaving it. I moved to Colorado Springs right after I finished my freshman year of high skool at the pinnacle of my punk rock carreer, so coming from an atmosphere of liberalism/culture/art/music/ocean to a city which is highly conservative/religious/whitebread/boring did little for me. In the following years I have made no headway in returning for more than a week or two at a time so little by little I feel my soul being drained away from me in this bleak, blasted wasteland brimming with overly-religious, brainwashed, homogenous zombies. (Not all, before you get all huffy and bangry... just most.)
So I have been looking forward to this upcoming trip with pee-inducing excitement that has turned me into an obsessive compulsive list maker. Yes, I have been making multitudes of lists detailing every article of clothing and toiletry that I plan on bringing with me, not to mention which peices of makeup to take, which songs to listen to on my iPhone while on the plane to distract me from the holy bloody terror of flying, and which places I would like to eat at when we get there. It's getting more than a little sad.
And I say we because I'm bringing Jeremy with me. He's never been before, being a thoroughbred Southern Cali boy with thousands of Guamanian/ Filipino relatives that live around that area. He's so cute. He actually asked me if we could go swimming in the ocean on our first day there. I advised him that to do so would be horrific for him considering that the water is like -34 degrees, but he insists that it will be well worth it. Silly. May or no, that water is cold as FUCK.
I'm really excited to take him to all my old hangouts and favorite restaurants and really to just get a taste of the city that helped shape me into the bizarre person I am today. The whole vibe of that place is intoxicating and addictive; so much so that I cry on the ride back to the airport when I leave. Normally I can't seem to find within myself any reason to come back, so at least this time I'll be returning back to Holden, whom I will miss desperately the whole time I'm gone.
I just realized that it will be the longest I'll have ever been away from him: my pudgy, drooly, two-toothed little bug. I haven't been away from him more than maybe 3 or 4 days at a time and even then he was right up the street at his dad's and I could go visit him at any time if I felt the inclination to chase his little bobbling head around corners as he headed full throttle for the dog's food dish. It will be strange, not being able to feel his presence for over a week.
So, the countdown to my trip begins and I will chronicle my daily fits of squealing anticipation here in the meantime in a last-ditch effort to preserve the last scraps of my sanity. I have no doubt that the day before I actually leave that my post will be something along the lines of:
Something like that. Then I will wipe the bits of brain and skull from my monitor and you won't see another word on this blog until my first bleak day back, which I expect will look about like this:
Such a vicious cycle.
X o X o,
♥luvcatt♥
Yay, all about the happy-w00t that you are writiing again. I too am looking forward to your trip and seeing you. I have myself a list of kewl places to eat if you want something new to add to the already awesome litany of kewl. Also looking forward to meeting Jeremy. At least I know what he looks like now. lol
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