summer 78

The Pyramid Song.

I have worked too many hours this week but i think my paycheck will be worth it.
Amanda is coming on Sunday and that will be very very good.
I have only experienced the sunrise on the top of Haleakala three times in my life. One of the times, I was on mushrooms and extremely confused. The most recent time was fantastic. The cold and the light bouncing out from places I wouldn't have guessed.
It's like mars up there. It's just fucking amazing. I want to show Amanda.
I am also planning on taking everyone on some sort of dinner sunset cruise. It seems everything that goes on on this island is based on what the sun is doing. OH. When I say everyone, I mean my mom and dad and amanda.
When Amanda leaves on the sixth, I go back to hellacious work for a couple weeks. I will need money for Coachella related things. It will be fine, the work. I am used to it by now. Amazingly enough, I get paid four times before I leave for Coachella. That will give me enough pocket cash I hope.
I will have enough to pay Ian back whenever Mr. O'Connor picks up his smelly dog. Coachella is in like three weeks. Thats amazing. It's going to be good. Really good. And then what?
I come back, conjur up some lie about why I missed three days and then hold out until graduation.

I started writing this blog entry a couple days ago and I have had it open now with nothing to say. I didn't feel like it was finished.

I would like to take this textual opportunity to attempt to explain my intentions over the past several weeks.

And this is for you, Amanda.

Whoever else might be reading this might as well just know too. That's why I am writing it here. I know you will read it, Amanda.

I have spent the entire month of March and a few weeks previous so ridiculously busy. I have worked more hours in the past two months than I have probably in my entire Socially Secured life combined.

I worked because I needed to figure everything out. I worked in school. I worked on college applications. I worked at Subway. I did Yard Work. I did computer work. I worked for PCRealty. I worked for my parents when I could. I did absolutely everything I could to get things in motion and pay for the things I had created the responsibility to pay for in a fair amount of time.

I am happy to say I have accomplished nearly every goal I had. I was accepted to Seattle University yesterday. I finally have a decent recording setup. I am passing school with flying colors. I paid for your ticket, Amanda. I paid for the Coachella ticket and ridiculously overpriced airfare to Phoenix.

For reasons too vague for me to understand, I lost the level of communication that I need with you. I took it for granted. I am not ashamed of the level of my priorities over the past couple weeks. And I do not regret anything I have done, because I can't imagine a time better than the now. Always. But I miss you. A lot.

I need to feel close to you like I used to. I want us to be able to help eachother through the few days we have left apart. Because I know things will start to fall into place the sooner it gets until we graduate. I know you are afraid of growing up, baby. But I want us to grow up together. We can get through all the scary stuff if we stay close.

I miss you. I love you. I can't wait to see you.

.remember?