Pens ready and notebooks out.

Ran to Walmart tonight at 11:30pm to get a notebook.

I told myself not to go there ever again after eight o’clock ever again because the store is like a shiny but gaping hole filled with the occasional creepy guy and college girl who is dressed in basketball pants and a sweatshirt buying a pregnancy test and a box of oatmeal cookies.

I’m a writer by trade; so I tend to horde notebooks. And yet tonight to my chagrin I found that I didn’t have a single empty one to use for class in the morning.

I went to Walmart, got my notebook and a couple of pens. I have a map of the building and my parking pass. I might just be okay.

If I don’t get lost in the one-building campus.

I just recently transferred to a new college, so I have been through my fair share of college classes already… So could someone tell me why this feels like the first day of school all over again?

I mean, I almost freaked out because I didn’t have a box of #2 pencils with me in the checkout lane.

Someone help me.

Obama and McCain need a Kit-Kat bar from the American People

“Gimme a break, gimme a break, break me off a piece of that kit-kat bar!”

I’m not a political blogger and I generally steer away from conversations about politics with most people.

But, I would like to say one thing. One! That’s it!

Disagree with me, that’s fine. Your vote is your own and my vote is mine.

I’m not sure who I’m voting for yet, but this current predicament has me annoyed.

We are staring in the face of a financial crisis that could send us headlong into another Great Depression overnight.

And people say that because McCain is suspending the campaign for a time being to help find a solution to this problem, that he is running away? Or that this is a political move?

Are you kidding me?

Borders’ Jazz

I am currently loving this collection.

They play this kind of music in Borders, which usually ends with me subconciously half dancing in place while browsing the aisles of books.

A Tuesday for a Novel

Today has been incredibly surreal.

I hope I wake up tomorrow and find that it was all a dream.

And just so you know, I’d stay up through the night to listen to you.

So don’t you dare pretend like you are inconveniencing me.

Richard

Death is still the black shadow that falls when the sun closes its eyes.

Rest in peace, Richard.

Morning is waiting for you.

We love you.

Yes, ketchup.

“Are you putting ketchup on your salad?!”

“If by ketchup you mean french salad dressing, then yes.”

Dances

And she likes how he dances through the hallways when everyone else is inside.

What happens when I don’t use proper grammar…

…Is my coworker gets mixed up with Jesus and Elvis.

Don’t ask, just read.

http://onlynatural.wordpress.com/2008/09/06/yay-for-typos-and-lack-of-commas/

In case someone is confused, I am “D” in the conversation.

What’s Left of Hide and Seek

I went out into the parking lot after work and started walking to the other end of it towards my car.

The sunny and humid summer day had rapidly wrapped itself up into dark rain clouds and the air was full of electricity.

It was going to rain soon.

It was the same feeling of when you play hide and seek. You run through the house in your bare feet grinning and collapse behind a door or in a closet. The voice down the hallway says “8… 9… 10…”

And then there’s that moment.

That moment between the last number and when you hear the first creak of the floor. That moment where you are gulping air because of adrenaline but the moment where you want your heart to quit thumping so loud.

It’s the silence.

That moment where your entire existence is pointing to this moment and hanging onto it for dear breath.

I hurried to my car and got in. I left the parking lot and drove up to the corner and within twenty seconds the sky started to pour itself out.

The first drops on the windshield.

The groan of the wooden floor.

It’s raining.