the world is a place of wonder.

tonight i'm leaving on a jet plane for florida. that song is basically a pretty sad one. when you think about it, that is. i mean, if he is saying he will return with a wedding ring for the lady, then why does he also say that he doesn't know when he'll be back again? makes me wanna say 'typical'.. but for the fellas out there that do know what they want, i will refrain. because i have met a couple of these fellas.. the one's who know what they want. but i think i have met more that don't know. hell, i haven't known what i've wanted most my life, so i can point no fingers. knowing what you want is probably one of the hardest ventures of life.

but what i was really saying is that i'm leaving on a jet plane tonight for florida. did you know that the highest point in florida is only 300 feet above sea level? that is incredulous. being from colorado, i am pretty sure i would have to dig a hole in the earth a few thousand feet deep to reach a point that was 300 feet above sea level. florida reminds me of an old person. weird things grow there and it is basically falling off into the ocean. yea, i don't know how that correlates with an old person either.

today at lunch i was sitting outside listening to these french people talk. fox has been having screenings the past couple weeks and there have been people from all over the universe here to watch them. today the french people were in abundance. i could have listened to them forever, it was so beautiful. there were three ladies. one of them was smoking. i think french ladies look much sexier than american ladies when smoking. this is a fascinating mystery. then an older gentleman joined them and surprisingly began to dominate the conversation... 'oui. eehh.. le fluers de vie un grande maintenot aujourd oui, comci comca.. tout ca cest deconerie.' you know, stuff like that. i imagined they were talking about lovely things; like how the sky is blue and the air smells like the salt off the ocean. or maybe they were just talking about some screenings.

lately i've been thinking about how sometimes you just have to do simple, everyday things, in bizarre ways. for instance, i was going to push the button for the elevator the other day, and instead of just pushing it calmly with a fingertip, i decided to blast it with a punch. so i punched the button with a furry and got a little laugh out of it. then, when i sat down at my desk after the ride, i noticed that i had taken a chunk out of my knuckle from the punch i gave that button, and it was bleeding all down my finger. it was so awesome. i think tomorrow i'll eat with my left hand and see what happens. i am right handed. or maybe i'll walk backwards in the airport tonight, just to mix it up.

here's two lines i wrote in a poem the other day to duanes-where life dances among weeping willowsand swirls its hues in the most daring flighti like those lines. sometimes its a crazy thing to think about where things like that come from inside of you. maybe there is a part in your heart that transmits lovely, and then it travels up to your brain and out of your lips. how do you maintain the lovely? i wish i knew. but mostly i think it just comes from being alive... and acting like it.

i don't think i have much to say today. a lot of people have been checking out my blog lately. like last week it was over 150 people. where do these people come from? i bet its the same person just reading it over and over, so it makes it seem like a lot. either way, i guess that's pretty cool to know that people actually dig something i think up in my brain.

well, keep on living and keep on rocking. the world is a place of wonder. hahaha.. cheers.