Unimportant Drivel

A night full of insane dreams that I don't remember. A frightening sudden jolt out of dreamland courtesy of my alarm going off, and scaring me half to death. A quiet morning preparing to leave. A meeting with fellow youth workers. The drive to where I am now.
I think I might be able to find something worth while to write about. If I think long and hard enough. I wonder where some people find their inspiration to write. I generally find it in a memory. Or a thought. Or a picture of some hipster drinking coffee with earbuds in and a cool fedora on their heads. I wish I could pull off a fedora. They are always too big and fall down over my eyes. Which does not give the effect of being a mysterious brooding stranger as it may on some people who can pull off a fedora. Nothing mysterious about me. I'm too much of a talker to be thought mysterious, and I rarely brood, so a fedora wouldn't do me any good, even if it did fit.

In a few weeks I'm heading out on a road trip to NY with my sisters. A friend is getting married there and we are going to help. Plus Anna is a bridesmaid. We are taking Florence . I look forward to  it. Even traveling within the states is still traveling. And the last time I  really road tripped I was 7. We went to Connecticut to see relatives. I don't remember much about the drive, but I do remember the visit. Uncle Paul's basement smelling like candles. The little out door 'sanctuary' where we played church.Going to see the Atlantic Ocean and collecting shells. Playing in the leaves with cousins, visiting museums, eating Aunt Gloria's wonderful cooking. Seeing the Yankee Candle museum and drinking Sprite. Good times. That was 17 years ago, which makes me feel really old.

I find I have no concept of time anymore. Something that may have happened 5 or 6 years ago I think happened only last year. Then, when someone corrects me and I try and figure out how on earth it could have been that long ago, because I remember it like it was yesterday. My long-term memory is in prime shape. My short- term memory is just that---short term. I don't know exactly how that works out, but there you have it. I'm sure its something scientific about which lobes of your brain are being used in different situations. But I tended to zone out when it came to the science of the human body, so I don't remember.I zoned out in chemistry too. Algebra too. I didn't mean to, but when something is that boring, and my mind is so full of interesting things to think about, its hard to focus on the uninteresting for very long. To this day, I don't know how I passed algebra. I got through chemistry pretty well, and science, but I have since forgotten all but the most unimportant aspects of both. Because that's how my brain works I guess.

Excerpts

I was reading through one of my (very) old journals last night. Wow. Its pretty funny. At one point, in an effort to improve my penmanship, I made my journal entries into letters to a certain "Lady Violet". The adjectives I used were...Outrageous. My spelling was laughable, and what I deemed to be interesting was. Well, perhaps to my 11 year old self they were important. I found at one point, I lamented the fact that punctuation existed, and that I was happy I didn't have to worry about it in my own journal. As you can imagine, there were never ending supplies of run-on sentences. For instance, here is an excerpt:
                       " I am glad I don't have have to worry about punctuation in this notebook I wonder who came up with the idea..."

It's funny, now lack of punctuation drives me crazy.

When I was especially feeling about something, I would make dashes between each letter. For example:
                         "On the way home (almost a two hour trip) we ran into an E-X-T-R-E-M-I-L-Y bad storm..."

                          '' I think I won't write on the next page, cuz it is W-E-I-R-D!!!!"

Perhaps I wrote that way because its difficult to write in italics in cursive? I don't know.

As for my love of big words and adjectives:

                    " I hope I do good in math today because I always do positively discracefully horrible at it"

Also, in reference to my friend returning from over seas, here is another example of overly dramatic and unnecessary adjectives I used:
           
                  "If yall ( NOTE:I don't know whom the 'Yall' I was referring to was) couldn't tell, I ame 
extremily, extrordinarily, tremondously, excitingly excited!!!!!!"

(NOTE: I am writing exactly as it is written in my journal. So many words  are spelled incorrectly)

Even now, I am sitting in Starbucks, probably making a fool of myself by my sudden bursts of laughter. What I wrote was... hilarious. For instance:


             "Sam -------- is here, and will be here for about two weeks. His parents' are going to Ireland! I would love to go there sometime~ I wonder people there still believe in leprechauns? and if they do, Aunt Jea (Jae) and Uncle Alled (Alan) (they are Sam's parents' but we arent really related, they are just very close friends!) better not critizise them 'cause they would get very offended.I've heard that the Irish have very strong belifs in stuff like that."

         " for supper were having creamed chicken on bisquets yummy I hope I don't get a stomach ache from eating to much like I did yesterday."

           "I was playing baseball again. I am sore! Emily kept calling me a "sissy hitter"! Maybe if people could pitch, and I was useing a bigger bat, I would hit it. She can only hit if I pitch to her unless its someone older."

I played baseball. A lot. Most journal entries are about playing baseball.

Reading all these entries makes me want to go find my other old journals. It would make for some highly entertaining reading, I'm sure. Fortunately, My spelling, punctuation and literary abilities have improved much since then.