I Dont Sleep At Night Because I Think About Too Much Stuff....

I find myself thinking about thinking, because the truth is, I have nothing important to say anymore. There’s all these thoughts just cooped in my head and I cant find words or ways to express them. I find that all my inspiration flows at bedtime right before I doze off to sleep. I tried keeping a pad of paper beside my bed once, before I could write it all, I forgot my thoughts. Damn memory of mine!

Then things come out all random and such. Because slowly, I remember certain pieces to those previous thoughts and have to get them out in the open before I forget them again.

I stick to routine, I prefer it that way. Its less confusing. For instance, I sit in the same seat in every class. Don’t ask why, there’s nothing special about that certain seat, but it’s mine. Its pretty simple, you sit in my seat, I beat your ass. Okay? No but seriously, there’s some days where I run slightly late for class and they’ll be that certain person in your seat. You know what Im talking about it. If you’re anything like me, all it takes is for someone to sit in YOUR seat and well…the whole day is messed up. You politely sit somewhere else, but for the whole entire class period, you remember nothing about the lesson except for one certain thing: that bastard is in my seat! You look at the professor and for some un-apparent reason, your eyes wander back to that person in your seat! Urgh!

But even still, sometimes I like those sudden spur of the moment activities that make you laugh for hours the next day. I once saw two movies in the same day. You just cant believe how excited I was about it. Or playing with Frisbees at Fredericksburg Mall, so what if Josh hit a car? It made it even better when the person who owned the car came out of the store right as he hit it.

Or walking 2 miles to Belle Isle at 9:30 on a Wednesday night and feeling the squishy soft grass between your toes. Yeah, its those nights that mean the world. Or staying up till the AM with some booze in hand singing at the top of our lungs to bluegrass and country music, well that’s probably my favorite.

I miss riding around Short Pump wasting gas, and laughing at the rednecks at Arbys in Josh's little Honda. God knows we cant do that anymore, gas is what? Almost $4.00 a gallon?? Or going to the Food Lion just to get Cheese Cake or Bagle Bites. And buying a whole chicken, making some mashed potatoes, paper plates and flavored water just to eat at the lake before a day of tanning, its simply wonderful.

I want to take a random trip to somewhere special. There shouldn’t be much money involved. Pack a pair of pajamas, toothbrush, deodorant, shampoo, soap, change of clothes and a camera. And off you travel into the horizon for a day, couple hours, maybe a weekend.

.....so take my hand and take me somewhere. Somewhere I've never been, somewhere that'll make me smile from ear to ear, and plumps up my heart with warm fuzzies.

I love putting on my rainboots and jumping in mudpudles, Ginger Ale, black labs and singing. I crave laughter, the kind that makes your stomach hurt. And babies. I want one. It sounds totally weird but I want to be done with school, and have a job! I want the truly, madly, deeply in love stage of my life, a hubby, a house of my own (with big windows and a front porch with rockin chairs) and babies.

But you know this….

Wrangler Bottom Jeans and the Boots with the Spurrs

We had a certain excitement in our step as we walked to the National. There we stood in line in the pouring rain for two hours to ensure good seats. I rolled up my pants legs in hopes of not getting completely drenched, it was quite the fashion statement as I was wearing black pleather flats with bare-feet.

The city of Richmond offers a lot to look at. As Jess and I looked around, I realized this, just in the people we saw! There was a woman with a shower cap, now she had the right idea! Or how about the little slut-buckets with their boobs hanging out of mini-tank tops as if Jason Aldean was gonna take one look at them and invite backstage for a private rendezvous, uh hello ladies…he’s married with 6 kids!

So as we stood there, we got a little colder and just a little wetter. By the time we entered the building, we looked like drowned rats and smelled more like wet dogs! But don’t you fret, the humidity inside brought out my summer-time afro. You couldn’t have fit my head in a bushel basket if you wanted to!

I tell you I hate my curls, the frizz is just so damn overpowering. But without them I cant function, its almost like my security blanket, and it covers up my bald spots. :o)
If you don’t believe in the ability to jinx yourself, well you’re wrong. Sharon said repeatedly, “I hope Jason Aldean’s special guest isn’t the people who opened for Gary Allan”. Low and behold, the woman with the tambourine and maracas came on out with the older guy and sang the same songs, déjà vu?

I took a picture of the stage, Jason Aldean read the banner and it had a sun in between the first and last name. At the bottom of the picture is this whitish circle, yep that’s right…it looks like the sunrise, but is really ‘ol baldies head, he was standing in front of us.

I looked around me, rednecks. God I love them. Country cuties with their cowboy hats and boots, tight asses and their southern drawls. God I wished for one. Its not just the looks, it’s the manners and it’s the respect they gyrate.

Well then the anger flourished, for this old bastard butted his way up to the front to stand with some girl he knew. It was bad enough that we couldn’t see, but then as the lyrics vibrated through the stadium, confusion filled his face. He knew not a single word of any of the songs!
See, this is why I hate old guys--not senior citizens, for I love them to death. It’s the guys in their 50’s that still try to look for a piece of ass. Apparently she wasn’t buying though because the girl didn’t talk with him at all!

Believe me, I did everything in my power to try to get him to leave! I swung really hard pretending that was my dancing style, hit him with my camera which broke right as Jason Aldean came onto stage, PIECE OF SHIT! And hollered and screamed in his ear!

Despite the annoyances, it was one of the best concerts Ive ever seen. See, Jason was my first concert ever, 2 years ago on a school night in Innsbrook with K. Hicks and Robert (may be rest in jail). He totally kicked ass then, I think he kicked a little more this go ‘round.

Encore: Guns N Roses. Now that’s what I’m talkin ‘bout!