Remember O Most Gracious Virgin Mary

For some wonderful reason, I am loving this hurricane weather we’re having.  This week of greyness has proved glorious.  Nothing in particular, just the weather.  The rain.  It rained the good rain.  The good, straight rain that is heavy and loud, soft and silent, and OH SO humid.  No hope for straightening hair like mine. 

ORANGUTAN. 
In this weather, I look out at the vibrant green trees heavy under the saturated air contrasting the dark grey sky, the sun gone …and an orangutang in a rain forest is what i want to be.  Just sitting there.  pulling apart a leaf, poking a stick at the ground, eating an ant…in the hot rain. 
Instead, I’m serving coffee to sniveling people who shove their money at me through the window as if the rain will scorch their arms.  OFF WITH YOU!  

Seriously, this civilian life won’t do well for me forever.  I need to have a place i can go where it is so hot, the hut i stay in won’t have airtight windows and instead, they are open all day and night.  Only a ceiling fan will do.  I wouldnt be able to straighten my hair, it would fro to the max.  I’d barely be able to wear clothes, for sweating.  And the heat would be lazy and restful.  All i would do each day is art. Sketch the wild life around me.  And believe me, wild the life would be.  And when it rains, I could go out and just stand in it.  Just stand.  I could sit on my porch and drink my tea or wine, eat my dinner, watch it rain. 
Have you ever been in a forest while it rains? Wonderful. Beautiful.  Everything has a heightened contrast.  The darks look darker, the colors, richer.  The air: almost suffocating.  feels like it’s waiting for something. something to happen. something to break the rhythm of the rain.  that must really be why there’s thunder.

woah.  Am i really serious?  yeah….daym.  Do I sound like some poor dreamy naturefreak freelance fine artist who smokes pot all day or what?  hah.  I seriously hope DAAP doesnt turn me that ‘finely’ to an artist or else i won’t amount to any kind of thing that can even afford a trashcan, much less a hut, in an exotic place.  Just alcohol perhaps every now and again will do.  I am afterall, in the DAAP Drives Me to Drink club. thanks.
Anyway, moving on…

AAAAAaas I was going to say before i whisked myself away into a dreamy state:  Charlie and The Chocolate Factory was so awesome.  And as i keep saying; it is a trip.  Tim Burton definately does his job.  It was just so insane. I love it.  You should go see it.

And I bought The Half-Blood Prince today.  I’ve only been able to reach chapter 6 and already SO much has happened.  Sirius had better come back, i’ll tell you that right now.  Maybe not in this book, but he had better sometime!
So yeah, it’s 10:30, Saturday night, and I’m going to go read on.  I don’t care.  I don’t like to go out much.  All that hustle and bustle leaves no room to think clearly.  Too many yippies.

3 weeks and 2 days to the Coldplay concert.
2 months till I move into my very first apartment.
3 months and 20 days till I turn 21.

That is all.