I'm Leaving On A Jet Plane

Taking a little trip today, so don't be looking for me to be here for a few days. You would have thought since I haven't posted in about 11 days that maybe I had already been on a trip - but I wasn't. I haven't packed yet, cleaned my room, or even really thought much about getting moving yet today. I have been thinking about posting for thosee past 11 days, I just haven't. I don't know if it a writers block, a general lack of desire, or just a hole that has me holding back. Who knows - but my hope is to put that all behind me after this trip. It isn't like this trip is spectacular or different. It is you everyday, run of the mill trip, but I feel like it has the potential to change my outlook. For one I don't have to go to work today - a major splinter in my side for about a month. I find myself in my old pattern of hating it all because one thing went sour. My rock hitting has been at an all time high over the past few weeks - to the point where I have totally obliterated my bat, and I feel great about it. I also get to get away from a problem boy, and really wrap my head around the truth. I have a hard time living in reality sometimes. I create these alternate worlds in my head sometimes, and I guess that is where I get hung up because I don't really live there. Does everyone want their lives to be different?

I think my grandmothers birthday was this week sometime. No one really knows how old she would have been. Her dad couldn't remember the year she was born, and her mom died when she was very young. So we only had an estimation. I think it is a funny story really. It isn't funny that I don't remember her birthday day. I didn't know it when she was alive - I was too busy doing my own "thing." For some reason, now that she is gone it is, for some reason important. Maybe to prove I wasn't a jerk, but I haven't really found truth to that statement when it has ever come to her.

On a brighter note, my little writing project is going well. The one I was freaked out about because I didn't feel like I was up to the task. I am having a great time, laughing a lot at what we have both written. It isn't a funny story - it is a horror story, but I think it is hilarious because it really isn't that scary.

Here's to Texas and all it has to offer. Maybe another trip to the Alamo, where I can replace that picture of my dad and I there back in 1981.