Isn't it funny how the word smitten means something totally different than you'd think, considering that its the past passive of smite?
Damn... How do I get myself into these situations? Oh well, I think I can handle it ; )
I need to rediscover the purpose for my blog... So far this new one has had nothing but three-sentence travel updates. That can be blamed on summer, naturally. Still, I don't see why anybody would want to read this without anything deep.
Summer goes by so fast. I've already torn up a Delia's picking out new clothes, and I still have nearly five weeks left. Most everybody is gone, and the few remaining are going soon. Bleh, just when I get home for the duration everybody's out like a fat kid playing dodgeball!
Now that we're over the metaphorical hump when it comes to summer, last year has become far enough back that I wanted to kind of- what's the right word?- relive it via my archives. I got up to January before I had to go get the dog from the kennel. It was probably a good thing, considering that around febraury my blog followed my mood down a very treacherous path which didn't end until my may discovery of the IB crowd. That is, of course, too recent to be nostalgic about.
It's amazing the things that we can't say in our blogs- I'll read a seemingly cut-and-dry sentence and suddenly remember how I chose the words just right to disguise my real mood, or to throw an inconspicuous insult in someone's general direction. I guess, since I'm the only one who sees those subtle hints that hide all the meaning behind what I write, that this blog is really just for me, as are most people's.
You can now thank me for stating the obvious.
I never gave a full texas update-
After getting over someone the fastest I ever have in my entire life, I packed on Monday and flew out on Tuesday. I was by myself, and I ended up talking to this guy sitting next to me on my Charlotte-Cincinatti flight who was pretty interesting. His daughter works during the summer as a smoke jumper; she skydives into forest fires to set up barriers. That is so cool. She doesn't even work during the winter, she just parties, and she makes enough money to do plenty of it. I think I've found a summer job for college, guys.
My other two flights were pretty uneventful- damn, though, at the end of my Dallas-Amarillo I remembered how beautiful that place is. You can look out the plane window and its like a patchwork quilt of shades of green and yellow, with dry riverbeds ripping deep red-orange lines into the fabric. Immediately when you step out of the plane and trip down the narrow steps the wind whips your hair into our face, hiding the 105-degree weather in its gust... I sound cheesy, I know. For once, I mean it. Maybe it's just that it's in my blood, or maybe because I really am proud to be texan, but that feeling is indescribable.
I feel like a traitor- recently when people (coughcough) have bad-mouthed texas I agree. Last summer I went for multiple funerals, for a total of five times in one year. I forgot how great it really is.
The city itself is not at all attractive; they have no beautification laws like Charlotte, because it's Texas and there's an I'll-do-whatever-the-hell-I-want-with-my-land attitude ingrained in the whole state.
More later, I lost my motivation to write for now!