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I escaped. I ran downstairs, away from the business, away from carlos, away from the stress. To here. Surrounded by art. Big, bright, colorful art. I needed to write. I needed to write so badly I escaped. It's not that i'm having a major life crisis that i'm stressing over. On the contrary, I'm feeling awesome. I'm having an awesome friday. After stuffing my face this morning to get over the shakes, i'm doin' good. I just got back from driving around the beach and it inspired me to write. I'm starting to like this city. It has quirks and things that i have never imagined. I feel like I could live here for 10 years and still not know this city fully. I like how, all the sudden, you can be in a parking garage. I like how, when you're on the fourth floor of that parking garage, you can see a multitude of of bulidings stretching out before you. Like someone took a city sky-line picture and hung it in that garage. I like how the elevator music is yellowcard and maroon 5. (I might have to make a purchase of that yellowcard cd.) I like how I can eat in a different restaurant (nay, a different type of restaurant!) everyday and still have more to eat at. I find myself everyonce in a while comparing it to being in butler. Where your restaurant options are limited to like, four, one of them being your own house. And everyone is so diverse! If only the parking weren't such a bitch, i'd be here in a heartbeat. I'd beg romero to hire me, i'd live at mima and poppi's until i got enough money to stand on my feet and then i'd submerge myself in miami beach. I'd buy a multi-million dollar penthouse with views of the atlantic. I'd by cars for my boyfriends. I'd hob-nob with celebrities...I'd... Oh, i'm gettting a little carried away. So, i don't really need all that. I could live here on the same kind of lifestyle i've got now and be happy also. I'm so glad i'm able to have this experience. -New Topic- So, for the first few chapters, jack keroac didn't do much for me. But i stuck with it. He paints pictures with words! And they're beautiful! It's not that he uses a lot of adjectives, but i can still see what he's talking about. He writes about new york and i picture it to be black and white and gray and smoky and cloudy. And he talks about the west, and i see it in technicolor. It's like dorthy stepping out into oz. He paints a glorious picture of the west. It makes me wanna hitchhike over there with fifty dollars in my pocket. I wanna meet people and have those experiences. I wanna go west. I should not have read this book. ...if i could find you now things would get better we could leave this town and run forever i know somewhere, somehow we'll be together let your waves crash down on me and take me away... |
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