I'll Take You Home

There was this moment while in Pensacola two weeks ago, sitting in the backseat of Brian's "Beast" when the strangest feeling came over me and I only just thought about it again earlier tonight.

For a moment, everything holding me back was cleared from my head and I actually felt myself growing up. I was doing what a 20 year old should be doing and it was painful but relieving. There's not really an accurate way to describe it, I just couldn't believe the feeling that had washed through me.


And after watching Milk two nights ago, my parents brought to my attention that they believe I should become an activist for something, anything. Apparently seeing the way the movie affected me sparked this idea in them. I sobbed about as hard as I did when I said goodbye to my sister Wednesday night if that says anything.
I don't know, honestly. It's always been something that I've been interested in but I'll just have to see how this journalism thing goes. I'm almost done with my AA, then it's two more years of school and then I'm a part of the machine.
Ew. Did I really just say that?

I don't know if I will ever look at myself in the mirror and see a normal adult... or an adult at that. I'l be 45 with braids in my hair, snuggling up with a stuffed unicorn at night. Or falling asleep with the Disney channel on at age 60. And my mouth? I cannot imagine having a clean one. Will I still laugh at the word "balls" in 30 years? Fuck, I hope so.



OH POST SCRIPT: PHOENIX IS PLAYING AT BONNAROO!!! I'm bringing sooo many pairs of panties to 'Roo. I'm going to soak through them like they're pads. (YES I DID SAY THAT)