LET'S JUST SUMMARIZE THIS WORK AS NIGHT-THEMED PROSE.

His words were moon light

so She napped until it was

half past recovered

my world is moon light
not looking forward tonight
I look back
filled with scratches on my arms
where my cat been
since momma left home
all the right ones
disappear
just like i feared
it’s by myself
when I figure it out
it's by myself

i just want a summer hot like my skin tone.
bed warm
like hungry children
hungry dying in third wheel
cut rate pornos
keep breakfast close
like my death notes
grades going down
oh no, okay
well fuck U.C.L.anyway

Bent your knees to look below
hello
cutting crystals
down from an aspirin-lover's sky
favorite toy
we spell out trouble

You can stay here,

You'll be safe until morning.

You get hotter every summer day.

Oh moon, you overdosed last Thursday

on too much screen time.

Among your transgressions was lying,

a deep lie she told to foggy parents.

She's strange and full of light that

like acid

burns

she likes the feel of acid

it burns

hopped off the plane at PDX

Just kidding, we drove. But that song definitely needs to be remembered, imho. WOW SO IMPORTANT BUT LETS START THIS POST NOW

It took 29 hours to go across Iowa and Nebraska, in and out of Wyoming, Utah, and Idaho, and most majestically...upwards into the bountiful state of Oregon to reach Portland.

"so how long-"
"1 day and 5 hours."
"..."
"..."
"fuck"

Driving across the country is generally a pretty crazy thing because of those long stretches of highway. If you're on a certain part of the highway, it's sort of assumed you have plans to go a really far distance in that direction, so according to whoever decides the location of interesting things, there's no need for anything very cool in your near vicinity. With both of us going to Oregon able to drive while the other rested up, we made it without having to stop for any longer than was needed for things like gas, bathroom breaks, and meals. This was the longest distance I was able to assist with driving and it was really chill. Nope, think even chiller. Like...really, really chill. The first shift I took started at 9pm not too long after Omaha, Nebraska and went until about 2 in the morning somewhere farther through Nebraska (which, by the way, continues to be devastatingly empty of anything with even the mere potential to be exciting). That was the longest I drove without switching (five hours), and the whole vibe of being the only one awake in the car with the black night sky was great.

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So road trip things (It sucks that I have to gloss over hours of my life, hours that seemed to go on forever, but bruuhhhh if I didn't this post would be just a bad time. I crossed through states I'd never been to, bought snacks from people in gas stations whose sole purpose in the entirety of my life was done once the moment was, took some hella naps, and I drove. That's truly as savory as I can tell the story from here on out.) happened, etc etc. T'was towards the evening hours when we got into Oregon, which was an overall lovely entrance. The sky was sorta lavender, a very nice contrast to the particular pacific-northwest-type ecosystem it spanned over.

We spent time walking around the city, walking around a forest (and behind one of this forest's waterfalls), and walking around on Canon Beach of Seaside, Oregon, a brilliant little town I plan on returning to for surfing-related activities. Like surfing. HHAHAHA MICKEY IS JUST TOO MYSTERIOUS. Also, I took some time from four of the five weekdays I was there to visit/tour/shadow at schools I was considering going to. That's a very weird thing, walking into something so ridiculous and intriguing as another high school with zero knowledge of their hierarchies or fashion sense or lunchtime rituals...their things, what makes that school that school. It was even a little stressful at times, I never knew if I was accidentally giving a weird first impression, or if I was giving a first impression at all if it turned out I wasn't going to that school, because there wouldn't really ever be a second impression. Maybe you're seeing a little of how weird it can be sometimes? Eh. Well. I decided on a really nice place in the heart of Portland after all the kids kept telling me that the vibes were wonderful at their school. That stuck out to me and seemed to be a good sign. 

So hey, honestly the trip was great and there's kinda too much to go into for me to go into any of it. Wouldn't wanna be unfair in my approach to the comp. of a blog post, amirite? Right-o. The rest of this is as simple as clicking on a link to a flickr album I put together of my favorite pictures I took if you'd like to see those. 

This is the link. Please for daluvofgawd.. just don't miss this link. I swear on the most beautiful phenomenon of nature imaginable if you miss this fuckin link.

Have a fun time doing something that matches your definition of fun, and doing it to the best of your capabilities! Or just, a good day? Because like, that's probably the least you could manage. There's a holiday bonus waiting for you if you just, at the very least, have a good day. Ugh I DUNNO, BYEE

The planet's most "see you later, alligator" alligator ever

HALFWAY TO THIRTY YEARS

Eight days ago I turned 15.

It was an exciting little deal. The weekend before it happened my mom was visiting Iowa from Oregon and we got a chance to catch up. It was very nice having her home. The Monday before the ol quince', I waited four hours and (mom) paid $125 to get highlights oh-so-professionally installed down all 20" of my hair at the cost cutters closest to our house. I've never done anything with my hair besides wash and brush it, though if you and I were spilling the proverbial beans at a chill little sleepover right now I'd def tell you I hardly ever do that anyway. For as much of it as I have, my hair is zero-maintenance. So yeah man this whole elaborate process of dying some of it a lighter color was beautiful, it lightens up my hair color as a whole and changed it a lot but in a very quiet way, you know?

#inevitable #selfie

The only thing I can remember about the time after hair and before birthday was more struggle to maintain a healthy list of things accomplished by the end of the day. I did more nothing than I appreciated. But I was aware I didn't appreciate it, so I have at least that to be proud of.

Once the b-day of one teenager in love (das me yo) fell upon the planet, I kind of... still.. did nothing? Yikes. But I felt productive because even whilst doing nothing, I was, at least, turning 15. Damn, that logic is so unstable! But it was enough for me, and since it was my birthday party, I could cry if I wanted to. My only form of celebration for myself was meeting my friend at a movie theatre to go see The Lego Movie. We were the only ones in there, so you can sleep well tonight assured that plenty of screaming occurred while the silencing of cell phones or indoor voices dared not. It was a beautiful way to watch that movie, which by the way, WAS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RIDICULOUSLY GOOD. Fucking hysterical. LoTR puns, batman, Charlie Day voicing a little guy that really likes spaceships, the lonely island (0:44 and then later on as well), WERE ONLY A FEW OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED. I appreciated every moment up until the end when they, I assume because of some contract issue or other unfortunate shit, seemed obligated to cram a moral lesson into the plot. Otherwise the movie was fantastic and highly entertaining.

Overall, my feelings about getting a year old surrounded a central theme of, "YEAH LETS DO THIS WHOLE YEAR, MAN," because I felt very happy to start saying fifteen instead of fourteen, and excited to grow stronger into myself. Not that that is something one should be waiting to do until they're older, but I kept having this vision of myself in a year from now and that kept me pumped all day.

I read a Kanye appreciation article on Rookie a couple days after my birthday, and a newfound love for the man called Yeezy was born from where there was nothing before. This wasn't exactly anything brief, either. This was a full-on six-page discussion over the artist (that I somehow plowed straight through, oh my god). Topics included were his controversial actions of the past, his performance methods, and his huge passion for making music to speak volumes. His ego was often addressed in this article too, as was it's notoriety. So many people casually call Kanye's pride a really horrible thing when in his interviews, verses, history, whatever, you can clearly see this dude just believes pride in one's own work is very important. And wow, ground-breaking idea coming up... it so is. The main thing is, that's yours, right? You've slaved, you've cried while curled up like a little baby caterpillar, you've sweat and bled for this holy piece of your (absence of a) soul, yet time and time again you'll respond to people that appreciate it (THEY GET IT) by saying shit like, "Oh, this? Nah, it's nothing." That's where Kanye's whole "ego" thing comes out from. He knows his music is really good, and he knows he's worth it, but that makes us really uncomfortable, and so he's overconfident. And that is how we deal with artists that actually have a sense of self-value. It's a really strange thing and it's really sad. Bear with me and think about 'Ye a little longer, at least long enough to check out the video of one emotion-heavy ballad he sings on tour.

I'll sign with a picture my dad sent me of one of his nectarine trees in bloom to remind you to have a lovely first half of the month that spring starts in, and to enjoy this part of the year where all the hot days grow from.

"OUR TIME IS NOW" they gloriously hum into battle