Hardest Assignment in the world, I give up

A new millenium, a new century, and what a hell of a decade to come. That is if Y2K didn’t really cause us all to hide underground in bomb shelters for the rest of our lives. Luckily, like the search for “weapons of mass destruction”, Y2K was a scam. I don’t think I even personally knew of anybody who believed in that crap. In fact, the “emo” side of me hoped it really would happen, so we could all die and go to hell. MURDERDEATHKILL! Nah, I could never be that sorry for myself although by principle of this trend, many other kids at school were aspiring to be vampires. All I saw when I looked at those “emo” kids was a bad hair-do blinding the shadow of a crack addict. Emaciated, adorned in black, and always shaking their eyes free from hair dead from dye. I guess they did eventually have a reason to pity themselves when Bush won the presidency. ..
Maybe we “misunderestimated” him, but he really tore down “the terriers and bariffs” in this country when it comes to the requirements of his position. I laughed as much as I was appalled watching his speeches on television. It was difficult to maintain a friendship with anyone who defended Bush. I remember writing in my blog about his joke of a presidency. I really thought this country was really collapsing quickly…
I heard about the attack on the World Trade Center in New York at 5:00 in the morning when I woke up to my mother crying. “Why my city? Why my city?!” She’d told me all about her time working on the 77th floor of the second tower decades earlier and now she was completely devastated. School was different that day. Of course, we had our moment of silence but it didn’t clarify anything to me. Why had our own country’s planes been flown into the side of our own buildings? I sat there in history class that day looking down at my dirty Vans, and wondered if they would get me out of the building fast enough if I had been there. The catastrophic scene was played over and over on the news on every station. But after the shock had settled which never really did, things slightly went back to normal, except before I hadn’t ever seen so many American flags in my life til then. I felt strangely united with the whole country…
And with the rest of the nation, I went back to watching The Simpsons on Thursday. then Sunday nights, attempting to “ollie” on my Zero brand skateboard, and doing “Around the World” with the yo-yo.
I began running nights at the high school track, running like Bin Laden. Gas prices were on the rise and so was the attempt to “go green”, so taking rides aimlessly was “out”, not “in”. What else was on the rise was my feelings of hatred toward technology. Girls in their polka dot and vintage tees, flipping their hair madly, and “texting” maniacally to their friend in the room over. The ringing of the cell phones breaking my chi, and headphones on every pair of ears in sight. Apparently face to face conversation had gone down the tubes along with etiquette...
Anthrax and SAR's weren't very mannered either, coming in envelopes to expose people with poison. More sweet attacks on the Americans, and I'm just thinking is there anything that could ever harm our country as a whole enough to where we'll go overboard like the terrorists. Oh wait, Bush wants to begin the "War on Terror", the biggest oxymoron I've ever heard.
Fast forward a couple self-asorbed, suicidal years ahead, and in fact, I am still alive and married at the early age of 20. Married for one month, and he already has to go to Godforsaken Iraq of all places. We'll never be lucky enough for John to be deployed to Germany, although the way I was raised, Germans weren't much better than terrorists. This decade ends and no new feeling is personally bestowed. Should I do it, my old emo friends? Let's finish it with life ain't ever going to be what you want it to be and a decade is bullshit.

I Broke My Mind Tonight

I always feel the urge to start these blogs with, "Sitting here..." So because I am feeling compulsive: Sitting here in my car, it's almost 10:00. And it's going to be a lonely hour unless slap this reluctance and laziness away and sneak back in the sleeping house to grab the phone. Who can I call this hour? There's Dan but he's working at the university probably unhappily serving college students hamburgers and fries. There's Carlos back in California, but wait, I'm forbidden to talk to him because "I once loved him". So says John, my husband, even though he can talk to his ex-girlfriend, Renee.
!She is the biggest bitch in the whole world.! Not literally, she's quite thin for having three kids at 22. So correction: she is the bitchiest of all females in the world I know. Gossip or not, I will tell you this: She cheated on John when they were together and had a kid. The guy's name was also John but instead of my husband's handsome face, this John looks like the rat from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Predictably, she's cheating on him now with one of his friends. Let's hope his name isn't John for the sake of the children.
Anyways, thinking back to who I will call. It will remain a mystery for here I go on my adventure to the house. Numbers will be dialed and perhaps a conversation will put me to sleep this bright January night. For it shall not be the full moon.

Dreams in Hibernation

Once I saw the grass this morning, I realized how much I missed it. Even when I watch the babbling commercials on the boob tube, I look beyond the product for that bright sun shining on the delightful summer's day that many seem to be filmed during. The Hammond Lumber Company commercial is one of those. I imagine rolling around letting the blades of grass graze my arms and face. I already see myself, Corona in hand, fishing off the back of a boat, catching something big, and frying it up over the campfire.
In California, it would be smeltering and the shade meant nothing to preventing heat exhaustion. I'd take a shower, dry off, only to be drenched once again in sweat. But no, Maine is the creme-de-la-creme of all summertime locations.
Although, it is quite a drag that all the tourists agree with that, crowding up our parks, trails, and carriage roads. Its not very pleasant to be standing at the foot of Mt. Katahdin enjoying it's majestic beauty, anticipating you won't be alone for long. The Jordan Pondhouse will never be empty once that first day of summer comes.
I guess I should be fair, not that I have a choice, and share this glory of nature with all the tourists. I admit I was once just a part of the invasion.

Reading Rainbow of Conspiracy

Has anyone else received a Sid Roth book in the mail or are we, Jews, really the "chosen people", chosen to receive this book? My brother, who lives in Philadelphia now, was sent a copy to my house, and I at my friend's house. A conspiracy? Although I haven't read it, the enclosed letter says: "You're probably wondering why I am sending you this. Change the world like the Jewish holocaust survivor who wanted to burn down churches."
Stepping back now. Burn down churches? Change the world? I'm quite boggled and a bit afraid a book might actually be stalking me. First, it appeared at my house, second, my friends, what next? The Congregational Church in Blue Hill? Or might I be burning already when it drops from the choir loft?