I’m taking the chance to see the wind in your eyes

Well, here I am three days from birthday. This is the last of the important birthdays, not that I have been very big on birthdays… but seriously the 21st birthday is the true signal of adulthood, not because you can buy alcohol but because after 21 no one cares how old you are. That is alright by me, people already think I am at least 23… I’m not sure if that is a good or a bad thing. Never-the-less, I will be going out as the clock strikes 12:00am, it should be interesting… especially since i have class the next day.
In other news: Jessica finally came home. This has been a homecoming that i have been waiting for all summer, now I have well rooted dislike for Mexico… and now it isn’t just because it is hot and sunny there. i drove Jess back to Bend, which, by-the-way, is not a fun drive when you are tired and it pitch black outside. Coming over the pass we could see the glow of the forest fires which was kind of cool but little did I know two days later my route home would be cut off those fires. I can’t say I was sad about not being able to go back to Eugene, I got to stay and hang out in Bend with Jessica and her family… no complaints from me. I was hoping the fires would interfere with my plans to head home, I must have an amazing ability to control major fires. The only problem with staying at Jessica’s was that my shoulders got very burned with all of the swimming we did. I’ve gone through the painful redness stage and now I’m in the slightly entertaining stage of peeling, unfortunately that stage has the bonus ability to itch like no tomorrow. Looking at my back, i feel like a leper… no offense to any lepers out there. But it was well worth it, I got to spend time with my best gal.

Other than all of that, life is pretty slow and ordinary. Still looking for a roommate… I think that bears repeating: Still looking for a roommate. hint hint. Until I feel inspired again…

About Wellsy

Chris is a twenty-something Special Education teacher and Football coach in a little town south of Eugene, Oregon. Chris happily lives with his beautiful wife and his terribly uncoordinated Grate Dane named Moose. Chris has been known to travel, like reading, wanting more time to writing, be in the outdoors more, and generally not befoul the world.

Posted on August 4, 2002, in random whine and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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