Brains!

Starting to get really sentimental, taking pictures of things I'll miss, and maybe will never see again. But honestly at the same time more annoyed with the things I ignored over the last 2 years. I put things out of my mind, and became very submissive. Now that I know in a few days they'll be gone, I've turned off the ignore switch, and I'm just annoyed. I guess this pertains to parents, to flakes, to LA - it's air, it's people, it's traffic. I'm ready to be rescued! Hell I'm ready for all the a whole set of new annoying things! Anything different.

The last 5 weeks have flown by. Having a goal and a deadline helped to add to my list of 'to do'. Doing all those things, producing results literally makes time go faster. It's amazing what you can do when you apply yourself, stay on top of things. It's the greatest feeling in the world to put in your best effort and achieve. I never felt like that before. When I started heavy duty hours at work to save for Australia, and then working 6 days a week at 10 hours a day I finally felt like I could stand work in general. I'm telling you I filled myself up when I was empty, with the right things. And being becoming a hard worker was something I really needed for my future. I may have been exhausted, my ass got fat, but mentally I felt more accomplished than I ever have in my whole life. Regardless of how much I dislike parts of my job, I owe a lot to it for shaping my work ethic, especially over the last 6 months. I'm looking forward, and hoping I'll be employed in a similar fast paced team oriented environment.

Caribou is the soundtrack to my memories of interstate 40 between Nash and Durham. A familiar hand in my own and a framed view of fall colors. When I go home, I played him repeatedly at work, which as we all know runs the risk of overplaying and burning out. But I couldn't get enough. He's brilliant. Anyway last Friday, I hadn't listened to any music for a week, not even Caribou. When Jamelia came up I nearly started crying. Now the lyrics, I have recently discovered are pretty sad, but it's literally the sound of the song (especially when turned up) that sort of flooded me with so many memories, I felt a rush of overwhelming....hmmm joy I suppose and just wanted to sit in a puddle of my own mushiness. Or better yet, I wanted to grab him and kiss him all over. Gosh, the day after tomorrow.

I wonder what music will become my internal soundtrack for as we drive along interstate 40 between Barstow and Flagstaff and Albuquerque and Amarillo and Oklahoma City and Little Rock and Memphis and Nashville?