Anyway, rain makes me giddy. I have a relationship with water. I'm not one for swimming, but I've always had the inexplicable feeling that my patronus is a goldfish. I take horrendously long showers (to the dismay of the various people sharing my hot water supply), I'm one of the few who honestly drink eight glasses of water a day, and the sound of thunder excites me like nothing else. My religion has instilled (distilled? lol) in me the metaphor of baptism; being immersed in water is a way of flushing out negativity and feeling new, clean, relieved. I know it's stupid, but I've always felt like rain is God's way of telling me to calm down. Stop. Go play. Breathe in how good it smells. Better yet... write something for once.
Well, God, I can make no promises. But I can blog.
Yesterday, Sebastian and I went for a walk to play in a creek Jess and I found. Jess usually refuses to be within a mile of my video camera, and I wanted to film some stuff, so I brought along the photographer. Oh my goodness, this place. It's indescribably beautiful and serene. Jess recently taught me how to skip stones, and there are zillions of flat, skinny rocks to throw. I got some cute footage of us playing around in the pretty scenery that I'll be using for a depressing, moving-away-from-my-friends-sucks video. Now I either have to grab the few candid Jess-shots (danielbeast, anyone?) I can get before she punches me, or resort to handcuffs and chains. The latter isn't exactly the look I was going for as far as the video is concerned, but I do what I must.
Tomorrow Sebastian and I are getting up early and driving to "the roller coaster capital of the world," which is conveniently located an hour and a half away on Lake Erie. It's one of those places that's frequented by smoking teenagers with poorly-highlighted hair and balding men in wifebeaters drinking beer out of plastic cups, but it's also incredibly awesome. People flock there from all over the country, and, believe it or not, I've only ever been two or three times. It isn't fun that one of those times was with Justin Timberlake... or that we spent the whole day without a fight, totally enamored with each other... or that we held hands and shared messy junk food... or that I slept with my head in his lap on the ride home. Siiigh. Luckily, Sebastian really understands. Hopefully I can make it a happy place again in a different way?
Speaking of Justin Timberlake, I was reminded late last night why we don't work. Once again. That kid has a real talent for making me feel worthless and miserable. Ah, well. Off to buy Cedar Point tickets!
Chipotle burritos this year: 21
S'mores this summer: 2
Bye, guys. Hopefully I'll see you... Friday, I guess. I'll try to get a 5AG video up tomorrow night, but there's no telling when I'll be home. <3