this blog has nothing to do with sharks... at least as of now, BUT knowing me somehow they may appear in a paragraph or two. i want to vocalize, instead, my thoughts on parks, guitars, and vocal cords. all i have been able to think about, at work today, is how much i want to drive... drive in the dark with peace and quiet, and wind up at a park late at night. centenial. pinkerton. anywhere really. and i want to lie down and listen to some stringed music and just admire the sky. admire the peace. admire the night. admire the air. maybe eventually, after the initial melting into the beauty of the surroundings, start a little singing? maybe a little dancing? maybe a game of 20 questions or scattergories? or just talking! i love to talk, i love to find out new things about people, i love to ask questions, i love to explore the beautiful creations God made.
most of this is stemming from my cabin fever. i am tired of being locked up in buildings, whether it be home, or work (which could be argued as home numero two-o). but i am ready (ready ready, ready to ruuuuuun, all im ready to do is have some fuuuu u uuu u uuuunnnn) to be free! maybe a road trip needs to happen soon as well. to a place i have never been? to a place most people dont think of sporadically visiting, like one of the Dakotas?
Anywho, now i really feel obligated to state something about a shark.
and all i've got are two things:
A. my best friends is scared of them
B. i, personally, love shark week
