Ramblings of a Wandering Luney

That play was good, not just musically but it was one that really made you think. Made me read the first seven chapters of Genesis at while at work and come up with a page of questions. I don't feel like retyping them all here, but if your curious lemme know and I'd be glad to discuss it. The work day went by quickly today which is nice. Tomorrow will be insane, but the knowledge of it being my last day will get me through it. I'm at hendersonville main tomorrow so come by and say hi or bring me chai or something. I probably won't have time to talk.... but just seeing any of you will make my day.

Summer's over, can you believe it? I can. I'm definitely going to miss the people here: coffee shop nights, contra dancing, soccer, and all that jazz, but I am so ready to be back. Ever feel ready to live your own life? Not have people continually telling you how you should live it or confirming "you're on a good track?" What if I want to break off that track, what if I want to grab life and live it? Will you still love me? Will I lose your respect? I'm sick of tracks, and I think I'm even more sick of hearing about the right one. Something inside me screams for freedom; screams muffled by reality. Am I being dumb and idealistic? I don't know.

One more week.