you know you're in vermont... #1

when, on May 31, the local evening news is doing a feature on how to protect your knees and get ready for ski season.

also, i just want to inform my faithful readers (that means you D.) that i will soon be launching a new blog to record my brief experience working for The Man. the gloves are coming off... be afraid... be very afraid. muahahahahahahahahaha...

spooky horoscope

my google homepage horoscope for today...

A conflict between your long-term plans and current work obligations may arouse cross words, followed by a sensible solution. Even if you know there is disagreement, don't shy away from a difficult conversation just to please others. Instead, engage the issues directly and search for common ground.

that's crazy 'cause right now i'm really worried that i might just get on that plane to VA and not come back. well i'd come back for my car and some other essential items, but i don't think i've ever been more ready or excited to make my next move - and i've never been known for my patience. 10 more weeks... so what's the sensible solution?

the sun shines on vermont

so the sun finally came out, and stayed out all day long. i took some pictures of the sun setting over the lake, but pictures never seem to do a scene justice. i sat at the waterfront for a while and reminisced a bit... figured i'd share the soundtrack. off to my happy place...

my personal journey

move back to hampton. get to work on lincoln street. celebrate the holidays (for the first time... truly celebrate). finish school. work for bank, locally. pay bills. invest. accumulate capital. open grocery store. open bar. open diner. open bike shop. open barber shop. work. procreate. love. learn to play the guitar. learn to fly. learn to surf. learn to sail. travel. write a book. if i get a chance to do all this... celebrate.

John Paul Jones Arena

WWE Raw, Cirque Du Soleil, Ringling Bros., Diversity CareerDay, Dave Matthews Band... in Charlottesville, VA?!
wooooow...

how come...

how come...

when i'm in hampton, i wonder why i'm still in hampton?
when i'm not it hampton, i want to go home?

when i'm out with folks, i'd rather be home chillin'?
when i'm home chillin', i'd rather not be home chillin' by myself?

when i'm sober, i wish i weren't?
when i'm not sober, i feel like i'm out of control?

when i was broke, i wanted a job?
when i have a job, i'd rather go my own way?

when i'm single, i'd rather not be?
when i'm not single, i'd rather be?

no matter how long i contemplate the questions, the answers are still elusive?

i guess it was a good day

today, at about 3:00pm, i saw blue skies for the first time in 6 days. i was about to find myself a strait jacket and a wall to beat my head on, so i'm glad the sun decided to reappear and save me from myself. after work (snooooooze), i finally got a chance to see the burlington waterfront in the sunshine. not bad. everything looks better when the sun is shining. on my little excursion, i found some cool neighborhoods. burlington looks a lot like charlottesville... think belmont in 434, or ghent in 757... and apparently, i'm just not living in the right spot. i'm in the village of essex junction... think crozet in 434, or hilton village in 757.

the sun came out, and i found my happy place. on a side note, i must discuss the tragedies occurring on primetime TV these days. (yes, i'm watching tv with bunny ears.) 3 season finales (Grey's Anatomy, O.C., er)... 7 deaths, or near-deaths... wtf? that's not entertaining, that's depressing.

did i mention it's raining again? and it's supposed to rain until tuesday? clearly it's time to look for weekend flights to LA... still, it was a good day.

mojo, where are you?

i have lost the mojo. sad but true. with the help of some guided discussion in a friendly therapy session, i've concluded that i lost my mojo when i moved out of the box. ahhh... the box. i hate to break it to the fine folks in essex junction but ain't no mojo in VT. duh! likewise, ain't no mojo in 757. i always wanted to be one of those idealistic people who gets to do what they love in life. well i love my mojo, and i want it back. so that's my new mission in life... operation mojo reclaimation. Too bad we can't start this operation for another year, but no worries. It's like i told my partner-in-riches... i need time to plan. muahahahahahahahahahahaha...

i'm wilin. memorial day in the 757. it's on...

errr... I'm in Vermont

No doubt this is by far the craziest, bravest, boldest, most random and strange thing i've ever done. I definitely couldn't turn down the opportunity, but damn if I ain't in Vermont right now. I'm still wrapping my brain around this. The natives were staring at me last night in the grocery store last night, and today in BB&B. Ya'll realize the little kids 'round these parts have only seen black people on ESPN? argh.

stolen quote

"being deeply loved by someone gives you stregnth; deeply loving someone gives you courage." - lao tzu

if i've learned nothing else this past year, i've learned that lesson to be true.
i jacked this quote from D's travel blog. Leave it to her to provide just the right words. She is the coolest. She is currently living the vagabond life while simultaneously carving her niche in the corporate world. bitch is bad.

hyped

I am soooooooooo hyped to get on the road and get to VT!
it's fierce right now.

recommendation

i meant to put this on blast a minute ago, but Pink's new album, I'm Not Dead is good for driving around with the windows down and you feel like singing to yourself. I posted the lyrics to "I got money now" on my other blog (which features lyrics to songs in the current rotation; 'cause i'm cerebral and i listen to the words).

love, peace, and buddha to all my peoples.

chillin' hard

the beast was back this semester, but now i'm taking a rest. straight chillin'. i have this wonderdul routine going... wake up. pee. realize that i don't have to be anywhere. smile. go back to bed. wake up. contemplate meaning of life. sleep. wake up. contemplate the punks in my life. sleep. wake up. contemplate the ridiculously exciting things in my life. sleep. wake up. ponder logistics and plans of execution of afrementioned ridiculously exciting things. sleep. wake up with hunger pains. wish for female live-in chef. watch young & the restless, and b&b. get up. starving.

speaking of Y&R... after 'bout 10 years, is Neil finally gonna find out Lily ain't his kid? wasn't i in the 7th grade when that storyline started?

anyway, so all this contemplation is good for the mind. sort of a cleansing process. a chance to clear the cobwebs. buddha help too. that's all i got to say about that. back to chillin'.

let go and let buddha

Laughing Buddha