As we are. 22.08.2009

I don’t know why I feel the utter need and want to blog. It’s not like I’ve had particularly eventful days; this weekend is tax-free on all clothes, school supplies, back to school such in Texas, so yesterday I went to Montrose, the only part of this swamp worth going to, in my opinion, with Angelique and Michelle, two of my best girls and favorite people, for school clothes. I bought some GREAT jeans, that I already have a feeling will be my new favorites for just $11. Awesome deal! I now officially love resale shops. Put that on my list of places I want to work in college. At this rate that list is going to be longer than my college experience (coffeeshop, bookstore, resale shop… anywhere that’s sort of small, quirky and cute really.)

I’ve become oddly nostaglic for winter as of late. I don’t say oddly like this is an unusual thing for me: I make it known that I ABHOR and DETEST the summer months in Houston because it is SO DAMN HOT here. Houston is one of those cities where, if you dare walk outside at, say, 10:30 in the morning, you are assaulted by a wrath of sunshine and heat. It’s headache-inducing suffering. Last night, however, came the first glimpse of what autumn and winter will feel like, since a cold front passed through, sending an incredible amount of Houston’s famous flash flooding/power outages/quick downpours. After the Noah’s Ark amount of rain, though, came the undeniably amazing feeling of a day with no humidity. Walking out of Freebirds and feeling that made me almost weather-sick. Today it’s the same way, sunny, breezy and lacking in any discernable humidity. The weather channel says it feels like 105, but I beg to differ.

As such, I’m sitting on my couch, my patio door open, blogging and listening to Brand New. It’s a good life, if only I wasn’t so worried about what comes next. I’ve recently come to the conclusion that, due to my mom’s failing health, and the constant worry about where our next paycheck is coming from, sometime between now and November, I will move in with my nephew’s other grandma, Gail. I love Gail and the entire family, don’t get me wrong. They’ve been there so much for me in the past few months when I needed them most. But I’m unaccustomed to so much generosity, and I feel like I would be a burden on them, even if they say I won’t. They live within walking distance of my school, which is nice, especially since transportation is ALWAYS a problem for me.

But I like the independence of living with my mom, especially because she is very lenient and I can tell her I’m going somewhere and be somewhere completely different. I don’t know if that would work with someone else. Or maybe it’ll be better. Either way, I sort of feel abandoned and left out. It’s all very fraught.

But today is today. I’m planning on going and getting my hair cut from the small Asian haircutter next to my house. Not the best place for someone who is increasingly looking like a hipster, but they have scissors and licensed hairdressers, so I figure why not. Plus it only costs $6 for a haircut there. Spiffy. And then comes the inevitable reading I MUST try and do today. I’m about 300 pages away from finishing the book. It’s sort of humorous because I was watching “Stranger than Fiction” the other day, and I noticed that one of the things Dustin Hoffman’s character mentions to Will Ferrel’s character is to spend however much time he has left to live “finishing Crime and Punishment.” Well, there you go, Professor Hilbert, my procrastination has led me to try and finish the book within a weekend. I’m not delusional. I’m only planning on getting through to Part Four by the first day on Monday. I’ll deal with the last two hundred or so pages after the first week. It’ll all work out, I’m sure. Summer reading usually extends through the first few weeks anyway.

So for now I leave you with an excellent song from Brand New, which was my inspiration throughout the writing of this blog. It’s called “Play Crack The Sky” and it’s off their album Deja Entendu. So what I want to say is Goodbye, have fun, and I promise not to leave the lights on.