somewhere

So I tried to sleep.

But my thoughts are still racing, spinning in circles.

Spinning out of control.


Its strange how my best writing, my best thoughts come while I am lying in the dark.

Not quite asleep, not quite awake but stuck somewhere in between.


And if I continue to lie here,

Continue to succumb to the darkness the thoughts become more profound.

But I will never really know because then I sleep,

And the genius is lost.


So I try to capture it,

But as I sit up and reach for a pen it begins to disappear,

To slip out of my mental grasp and retreat into hiding.

Until I close my eyes and relax my mind and let my literary monster out.

The old one two

What you can do with two fingers (index and middle):
take a pulse
smooth your eyelid
smoke a cigarette
pull a bow
make a peace sign
operate a finger puppet
cross them for luck
give a military salute in Poland
type clumsily
shoot a pretend gun
poke an enemy in the eyes
make a scissors shape (to help you look for scissors)
wind wool or string round them
do rabbit's ears behind someone in a photo
separate strands of hair when cutting it
pull on a tight shoe
add off-spin to a cricket delivery
make a “quotations” sign
mime one horn of a charging bull
make a little walking man
signal the number two
measure the proper froth on some beers or a shot of spirits
make a goal in tuppenny football
strum a bass guitar
flick cards
make the scout's pledge
whistle loudly
count to two

....now, how many of those did you try?

odd jobs

So I've been thinking a lot about possible career choices lately. Here are some real jobs that would be interesting.

-pirate (they still exist)

-master cheese maker

-exercise instructor

-astronomer (nothing scientific though, just looking at stars)

-perfumer (like, sniffing perfumes to see if they smell good)

-pet food tester (cause dogs will eat anything)

-whiskey ambassodor (advises people on how to appreciate whiskey)

-nut steamer (immerses almonds, pecans etc in hot water to soften shells)

-odd bundle worker (arranges tobacco leaves on conveyor belt)

-scarf gluer (glues together plywood pieces)

-targeteer (tests accuracy of weapons)

-worm picker (walks in grassy fields to finds worms for bait)

-yeast pusher (transfers yeast from fermenting cellar to holding tank)

This is just random thoughts and ramblings......... ... ... .. .

i hate my legs. they are way too long

i should be exercising. jessica must miss me

i wonder when we changed. why didn't i see it till it was done

i think you need to grow up. maybe i need to...

i know i'm a bad friend most of the time. or maybe all of the time

i care to much about what everyone thinks of me. even complete strangers

i have a lot of trouble being in a relationship. purely platonic or otherwise

kismet?

utopia?

...

The beginning of the end. or something like that...

So in about 12 hours from now I will no longer be an Elkhorn employee. I will pack up my knives, hang up my jacket and leave. Am I sad? Not really. I'm looking forward to sleeping. To finishing my math. And to trying to get myself in shape. So my time will still be filled with general activities, though I won't have to drive 2 hours everyday to achieve it.
Will I miss my job? I will miss the people, the friendships I've made. and I will miss the money. Which brings me to my real topic. What do I do next? OK, so for the next 3 months I finish school, plan grad, and try to spend the least amount of money possible. Then what? That is the question.
I feel like I literally have a million possible choices. I could live with Jodi and work anywhere in Brandon, or I could work up at Clear Lake somewhere. And I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm on this path, the right path. But there are so many side trails that I could take, trails that aren't necessarily right, but they could be fun. You know?
So my question to you, dear reader(s) is this: What should I spend my summer doing? I will literally give the best/most helpful answer a prize.