Driving in rain

The rain hits my windshield like your head hits a pillow at night. The sound of the rain dancing across the windshield is a beautiful thing to hear. The gentle pitter patter of the rain landing on the top of the car feels as warm as being wrapped with a warm blanket and being led to a warm fire. As I drive, I'm more in awe of the rain than where I'm going; just the feeling of peace with the rain makes me want to stop and take it in, if I wasn't driving.

In fact, I just take a time to see how beautiful the surroundings are in the rain. To me, it's almost like heaven, just seeing the splendor of my surroundings; the leaves on the trees are collecting rain, the trees by the road make it seem like I'm driving through a valley, and the roads are silent, save for the windshield wipers going to work.

With my car's heat on and the overall darkness that came with the rain, it feels dramatic. Finally, I pull up and get out, with the rain blanketing me. Now, I feel that the built up drama has finally climaxed with me accomplishing my goal.

You know, to pick up the warm and scrumptious burgers for dinner.

The Little Town by the Sea

The little town by the sea was quiet. It always was.
It was a small town, so there wasn't much to do. Besides,
its main attraction was the rain. Ah the rain, the lovely rain.
The joke was that if it was actually sunny, it was cause to celebrate.

The residents went through their daily lives, shopping, eating.
They lived in their small cottages; they had cozy fires burning inside for them.
What was the purpose of these villagers? Life was simply simple.
Day in and day out, the villagers in this little town by the sea
Ate in those small restaurants owned by friends
And shopped in the small stores around town.
Finally, at night they relaxed by sharing a pint with their friends at the local pub.
All the while with the rain gently walking on the cottage roofs.

Why didn't they want to go to the bigger towns, the cities?
They simply were happy, living in a little town, by the sea.

Why you DON'T go to bed thirsty

I made the mistake last night of going to bed very thirsty, and let me tell you, it absolutely sucked. Not only was it warm in my room, but when you're thirsty, it's unbearable. What didn't help is that I actually had a dream about having a really sweet drink at a bar (I was legal in that dream), which set off additional thoughts about going to bars and drinks in general. Needless to say, I was really dang thirsty for the whole time I was trying to sleep. However, I finally bit the bullet and got up at 6 AM to get a drink of water. Crap, now I'm starting to get thirsty again. Be right back-I'm getting a drink!

Ode to the Past and the the Future

Do you remember what you were like in elementary school?
Where everything seemed to be magical?
When everything was innocent and fun?
Do you remember?

Well I do.

I remember hanging out with my friends at recess, having a blast on the playground.
I remember those kickball games where the "loser" was really the winner. Actually, there was not loser.
I remember sprinting out of the classroom to spend a happy 30 minutes in the playground.
For that matter, I remember walking through the woods in the back of the playground
Planning grand adventures in my head, and plotting them with my friends.

I remember the days when we were trusted to get up by ourselves, and walk to the back of the room
where we were able to get stuff from our backpacks. Ah yes, those amazing roller backpacks!

I remember having to walk in a line to traverse the halls of our mighty school.
As well as counting to see we weren't missing anybody.

I remember feeling ever so mighty when 6th grade year started You know,
how we were the bosses of Orange Hunt Elementary school, being sixth graders and all.

I remember sleeping over at my friend Dan's house. All the cartoons we watched.
All the video games we played. All the hours we spent being obnoxious kids.

Those were the good days.

Those days get rarer and rare as the years go by. But you know what?
They were the good old days. Days that sometimes, I wish I could go back to.

While I'm departing for college, I will always remember elementary school, aka the good old days. Days of innocence.

Remember how we all looked forward to growing up when we were in 6th grade?

I do.

Question

By any chance would anybody know if you went to see LB Theater's production of MacBeth this past year? Cause I'm pretty sure that I saw somebody that looked like you, and I recall that person wearing black and I think pink and black heels. And they looked pretty dang cute too. So yeah, can you answer this question of mine?

If you have your music...

Yeah, so I'm a bum and found my copies of the winter concert music. And I have a few original copies. Yeah...

Another discovery from last night

Guess what I found? My old travel journal from about seven or eight years ago when we first went to Germany! And as a bonus to add to my nostalgia, I actually wrote it in cursive, which was when we actually were being told that yes, we'd need cursive for the future (boy does that seem like a funny joke now). I wrote an updated entry in it, basically saying that I was super happy to see it again, and that it was far too long since I last wrote in it. I mean, it really was like running into a long lost friend, after being convinced you'd never see them again. And come to think of it, I actually do remember writing those entries AND I actually remember those events that I wrote about, with the pens on the two miniature Swiss Army knives that we'd picked up at the top of a mountain in Switzerland! Man, the memories are coming back now! As my favorite travel author, Paul Theroux (check him out, by the way), once said, "every arrival is a departure". Right now, that's the case, as I'm being hearkened back to the good old days, and going back to my youth. It's a warm feeling, reminiscing back on the old days.

Some things that I wrote about:
-Arriving in Frankfurt, and Mr. Miller driving us about 40 minutes-1 hour south to Heidelburg. We met up with our friends who were living on the military base at the time, as my friend's mom was (formerly; she ended retiring a few years ago) a colonel in JAG. Their house was pretty cool to live in, as was being on an overseas base in Germany; the base was quiet yet cozy, plus there were some foreign soldiers living there too.
-Going to Heidelburg Castle with the Millers
-Going on a cruise and ending up at this little town called St. Goar., which was super relaxing. I remember it raining and just feeling so at peace. Oh so I just read what I wrote, as I evidently thought that I could control the rain, and I can explain that. So, I had a sense when it was going to rain, if I can remember correctly. Or it might have been one of my weird "rituals" where if something happened, then by golly it was going to rain.
-Going to this ridiculously huge pool. I mean, it was like an indoor water park and everything. Even now it still is really impressive to think about.
-Playing Tony Hawk's Underground. Yeah um, no comment on that right there. It was something to do at the Miller's house, honestly.
-Spending a few hours in Strasburg, France for lunch. It really was a nice city, and we went to this little Chinese cafe, cause that was the only place we could communicate with (read: my mom speaking Chinese).
-Going to Bern, Switzerland. Again, it was a beautiful city.
-Sleeping in a barn for a night in this super small village at the foothills of the Alps in Switzerland. I wasn't happy with it at the time, as I wanted to sleep in the car, but now that I think about it, it was really freaking cool. Plus I had goat's milk for breakfast.
-Going through this never-ending tunnel on a mountain road. For at least 20 minutes, we were in that tunnel. It was a bit scary too, but once again it's cool to think about.
-Going down the salt mine in Salzburg, Austria. That place was amazing! Plus we slid down the slide there, and it was neat!