mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the kids who are cruel these days! Shout out to God! I woke up from one of my long naps this evening. I think I got in around four hours, which is a typical Monday afternoon nap. Especially since I only got four hours of sleep last night. I just figure I am getting in my daily allotment of eight hours, but I am doing it in shifts. Anyway, so I woke up and noticed my bedroom looked REALLY funky. I rubbed my eyes, opened them slowly, and the funk was still there. Let me preface the rest of my little story with a little fact. When I was dozing off, the beautiful sounds of a Missouri thunderstorm pulsed through the house. I love the sound of distant thunder while watching the light wane beneath big, black clouds. Adequate sleep or not, that just begs for an afternoon nap. But when I woke up, the sun was beginning to set, and the sky was still full of the clouds that fly high in the sky. Usually, during a sun set, the sky gets bright orange and red and looks like a tree during the fall. But these high clouds reflected these deep oranges and reds down on Columbia, painting everything with a shade of fall. It was very weird. It reminded me of wearing those sunglasses with the yellow lenses. But better yet, it was uncommon. I love things that are so uncommon and massive as this. I went outside, barefoot, just to get a better look. My feet felt cool on the fresh grass. The air, though in the 70s, still felt a little chilly. Kind of like a little vacation from summer, which I really don't like. I just spent an hour and a half working on my Diaryland profile. I basically haven't touched my movie, author, and music tastes since I started this diary. And when I did start the diary, I just tossed up whatever came to my mind first with the intention of "changing it later." Two-hundred and nineteen entries later, and I finally have it changed. Make special notice of the quotes I put under each of those preferences. Looking at them, I may go back and change some of the quotes to better grasp the gestalt. William Least-Heat Moon's is mainly one I am concerned about. Blue Highways is the book he wrote that I can say is the single most influential piece of literature I have ever read. Only because I have never read Walden. I am afraid to read that book. Knowing myself as well as I do, I would probably disappear for a year after reading it. And the Air Force wouldn't like that. Speaking of that whole area... I am still waiting for the waiver from the government saying that, even though my eyes are crap, they will still let me in. Honestly, in a little corner of my heart, I hope they don't. But I know this is the best route for me financially. My romantic heart just isn't in it as much as my logical brain. But I am vowing to have one last bout of adventure before heading off to boot camp. I have been crunching numbers, and I have decided to leave the country a little after Thanksgiving. I will probably spend Turkey Day, and a day or two before and/or after, with my friend Mike, who will be taking over this diary when I leave. Don't worry. He'll only be writing what I tell him to write. In exchange, Mike will get one big thank-you gift from me upon my arrival back to the civilized world. Anyway, after I leave Mike's house in New Jersey, I will fly over the big pond and spend a week or two in England and Ireland, backpacking around and meeting as many people as possible. And yes, I hope to get in touch with Emma again. If you are new to the diary -- or you just forgot -- Emma is the girl I met in Chicago last year. You can go read about her here. She's a doll. Well, that's it from Monday. I need to go running, but just can't seem to get up and do it. Spanish-Speaking Neighbor's oldest gave me the sweetest compliment today. "Did you get new pants?" "No," I answered. "Well, you must have lost a lot of weight. You don't look chubby any more." I could have gone and gave her a big smooch. But she is only twelve, and I would have been arrested. But it was very nice of her. Especially since, just a week ago, I had a girl tell me -- and I am not lying -- "You'd be hot if you were skinny." Thanks. Ego be damned. 11:01 p.m. - Mon., July 22, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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