I Don't Know Couplets

It is too hot to think.
It is too hot to even consider thinking.

I wish you weren't at camp.
I wish you weren't at camp, either.

(Way to conspire against me, you guys.)

I feel like the only important things I have to say
really aren't that important.

First, The Office is coming to Fox.
Er, PDXTV, or whatever channel 13 actually is.

Second, the new Hobocation videos cracked me up.
Okay, so maybe that was rather important.

Also, it is too hot for eloquence, and my only deep thoughts come in the middle of my underwater treks.
Forgive me; I'll make it up when it's not 85 degrees and nearly midnight.

I promise.

Aquanaut!

Stop.
Breathe; breathe; breathe; go.

Throw your arms out to keep your head from hitting.
Straight up and down; kick your feet up and over your head.
Tuck your knees in, curl them towards your chest.
Let gravity take over.
Pick up your hands, rotate them a whole circle.
Feel your stomach breach the water; arch your back.
Spin; spin; spin; stop.

Hold your head back, unclench your jaw, open your eyes as you come up for air.

Wait.
Wait for your lungs to realize that you can breathe again.
Wait for your head to stop spinning.
Wait for your eyes to readjust.
Wait.

Breathe; breathe; breathe; GO!


(I taught myself to do underwater somersaults yesterday. Forward and back. :D Let's go swimming.)

Before I Fall Asleep

Wow, I don't know when I took up wringing my hands, but that's what I've been doing for the past three minutes.

It is officially late. And not "late" as in, the late Dentarthurdent, but in the more literal sense, as in, "well, I'll be. It's very nearly morning, now."

I am all over the place, right now. And, I just learned, there is a London based "indie-rock" band whose music "oozes raw passion and conviction" and is named REDINGER. I think their definition of indie-rock is a tad different than mine, 'cause their guitar riffs and gritty vocals aren't so much on the same wavelength as, say, this definition.

Why don't I feel as old as I am? Why am I so young? I swear that I was thirty-five seven years ago.

I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize for everything that has ever happened to you, and everything that ever will happen to you. I hope you learn to regret nothing sooner or later, and please, please give up the idea of social norms. Wear your bunny slippers to school. Chug Sunny-D in front of your principal. Embrace embarrassment, because you will learn more in those moments of honest emotion and realizations that there is no way to get out of this mess than you will from the most highly recommended lecturer. Experience. Knowing what it's like to break the rules and get away with it, and do everything right and have it come crashing down on you.

That's what it's all about.

(for now.)