car was broken into last week. they took all of my burned cds (I've been meaning to get rid of those) my debit card and gas card (won't do you much good, sir) and my climbing gear. They left a pile of shattered glass and a crack pipe. Thanks guys! Cool trade. I like to picture us (the thieves and myself) in a split screen picture, with wes anderson-like composition. On the left, me in my work clothes, sitting on the trunk of my nissan alitma smoking a homemade crack pipe. And on the right, a tall, scar faced thug in a baby blue women's climbing harness and shoes, tangled in rope.
Midterms are this week. Halloween is this week. The combination of the two makes me feel like a wee lass. I'm just going to study my little tail off, then reward myself with a keg party on friday. No, but really. I am.
Working and going to school at the same time is really a feat. Without you noticing, i have been slowly digging a hole through the wall with a spoon behind my Sade poster to make an escape from this self imposed jail. I'd really like to fall off the grid again. Hopefully by way of the Appalachian trail. Though, i hear walking is much slower than biking.
i just miss the feeling of not knowing or caring what i look like. i miss the feeling of wearing myself out to the point of full breakdown. I've heard that after training for the olympics, people often spiral into bouts of depression. I get it, man. I totally get it. It is such a nice thing to be focused on what your body can do. not what it looks like. Sadly, i think i'm back to the latter.
I hear that the trail can be very lonely. That does scare me a little. But that's ok. Scary is good. It was great the last time.
