Florida Aventures.

=> This one time, Dakota and I went to Sonic after having spent a good 2.5 hours at Daytona Beach. We were going to take our food to a really pretty park that we've passed millions of times (consider how long I've actually been down here with both trips put together). So, we're sitting in the truck (me on the passenger side), waiting for our food to come out. As hungry people tend to do, we were watching the little Sonic door, expecting our food to be next. To prevent this story from being three days long, we watched a cute, chunky, little black girl come out the door on rollerskates. I suppose between the time of me seeing her come out, and me blinking, she either tripped, or slipped- and a bag of food fell on the ground (she'd caught the other bag of food and the drink, though!). This obnoxious black guy (two parking spaces away from me) started laughing. Not really laughing, but like screeching with obnoxious black guy laughter. He was parked right in front of the Sonic door. She dropped it right in front of his car.

I laugh at people sometimes, it's true, and I laugh on accident most of the time when I am happening to laugh at someone, but come on. Obviously, she's embarrassed anyway, so what is the point of 'calling her out' like that? I got kind of pissed, instantly. So..

As soon as he started laughing, I jerked my head to the side and stared at him. He kept laughing, and saw me staring at him, and kept getting louder (as if that was possible). I yelled "BE NICE." (Which, looking back, is completely uneffective as far as phrases go anyway, but I just really did want him to be anything but an idiot, and just ..be nice.) And he kept laughing, and I kept yelling "be nice" >.<>.< And he smiled at me again, turned his music down and said "Would you ...like to be part of my business?" and winked at me. I just stared at him. Angrily, obviously. I said "No." (Pahahha.) And then a car pulled up between us, and I didn't see him again after that.

=> Yesterday, I had a conversation with Dakota. Like, a person to person kind of thing. He was spilling out memories to me, and I just sat there, listening. It was really nice to just listen to someone like that. ..It was like, zen-ish for me. It's kind of an adventure, considering you're travelling through their mind, where chances are, you've never been before (uncensored, at least).


=> The night before last night, I had a rough time. Stuff was bringing me down-- but not really the stuff, just the way I was thinking about the stuff. Even awesome, great shit, I can swing it to where the bad parts are forced to be seen. (I also hate this part of myself.) I was talking to four people about random, bringing-Tab-down things, and one guy (that I'd become friends with in college) started trying to relate to me, and just.. kept going and going and going. It was good, though. I enjoy listening, really. Turns out, he is one of those outside-happy, inside-sad people, and most of it was due to girl troubles. Poor guy. I tried to explain that perhaps he should try to make himself happy before attempting anything beyond that, like girls, and trying to make a bitch happy. He believes in God, so I told him that I'm sure everything will be just fine, and that just because he doesn't understand all of this now, that doesn't mean that it's simply not happening for no reason. He knows and understands the reason, but is just.. "losing faith," he said. I frowned. You can't get antsy with God. That's not our place. I told him that I'd pray for him, and that he needs to relax, and realize that there are things that are preventing him from having all that he's looking for, and maybe he should concentrate on other things, and better himself FOR himself, etc. Anyway, I helped him, and he was really happy that I just listened to him. I was happy that he was happy that I listened to him.

(I'm not a witnessing- kind of person. I really have no idea what to say, or what I should say, or when it's my place and when it isn't. I like to help, and I can listen, and I can say "Hey, man. I'll pray for you, k?" but to me, even, that sounds so ..lame, and generic. Which is pathetic, I guess, on my part, but that's how it registers for me. I was really happy to explain things to him, through how I have become a lot more relaxed and trusting, and how I've learned so many different things about why I wasn't ready for many things. Apparently, he understood. And he didn't treat me like a generic Christian kid. Holler.)


=> Oh yeah. I jumped a certain somebody's bones the other day. How can a person not care about any sort of religion, but have morals and be fully aware of rights and wrongs? What's the point of recognizing the rights and wrongs, if it ultimately doesn't matter? What's the point of knowing the difference between good and bad, if ..who cares? That led to an awesome conversation. Neither one of us won.


=> I almost died. It was awesome.

After the concert, we walked into the parking garage, and waited for the elevator (I took a picture of a pink gangster mobile, whilest waiting). The elevator opened up for us, we got on, pushed the very tip-top floor, and I was so excited and bursting with joy, I kept talking about how awesome it was and how unbearably great I felt. (Also, about how dying right now would seem extremely appropriate, seeing as nothing will ever be able to make me feel that great ever again.) Then BAM! Our elevator (we were the only people on it) started flipping it's shit. We were probably around the fourth floor, and it started shaking as if it was having a seizure. I was laughing, and just thought this must be a joke (since I'd just mentioned appropriate-death), and it didn't stop, but kept getting worse and worse, ha. We were in between the fourth and fifth floors, and it stopped and after I stared at Dakota, smiling, it started up again! Really forceful. I was telling him how I bet the cable's just going to break or something. It was exciting, and scary, and awesome. I was ready. I welcomed it to happen. He just stood there, holding on to the hand-thingy, chill as can be, and I was just standing there, trying to just stand, haha. It shook violently the whole way to floor six (the top of the garage), and opened. I kind of wanted to stay on that elevator.


=> Today, when Dakota gets out of class, we are going to get ready for the beach, stop at the mall on the way (so I can exchange something for something way cuter), then go to the beach (probably Cocoa or one that starts with an "m" that he's wanted to go to for awhile, and we just never do). I plan on getting ferociously tan today, then we're going to light one, and head to The Hangover. I'll be so tired when I get up in time to catch my plane at 7:30a, that it's damn-near ridiculous that I'm planning so much for tomorrow.

I think Valerie's picking me up from the airport, w Josh, and then we're going to get breakfast. I probably won't eat, seeing as planes fuck me up a little bit, and I haven't eaten much the whole time I've been down here, but it'll be nice to see their faces anyway. Then, she wanted me to help her clean some room or something, with her other friends, but I really don't think I'll be able to. I need to take a nap, and visit Gram and Pop before they leave on their plane for a week (because when they come back, I leave again, ha), get my muchly-missed moped, and work at 6p. I wanted to see Stephen. = ( OH, and I have to clean my apartment, and car out because they're both absolute messes. And I won't have help, because come on, just no.

Lots to do. Not enough time. Out of all the days I've lived, this week has seemed forever long.

I hope I have more patience and appreciation of time when I'm in Destin.