final thoughts and bangorang

basically i am leaving michigan for good
i didn't get to spend that much time in the u.p. but from what i hear it is amazing.... the same can not be said for the heart of michigan... it is lame + not so good.... anyways i am leaving michigan for good... in about a half an hour... sweet? i think "yes.... very sweet". good bye michigan.... good bye cabin that i had to clean all too often.... good bye lack of instruction and people skills .... hello open road... hello long hikes in the upper regions of the lower 48..... hello warm conversation and fellowship and hugs... hello spending my time doing the things that i would rather be doing if i wasn't spending my time doing those things which i do not want to be doing.... well.... i'm going to go have a coke.

ok ok... so i have been in class for seven days straight and soon it will be another five... but after that other five i will be on my way to a brighter future.. that sounds alluring.... any ways ... i'm really squished right now... i have a lot of loose ends that need tightening before i leave for home and elsewhere .... but i'm down with that ... adventures are always better with less supplies than needed and even less direction... i can't wait to go climbing again... ah..... i need it... or i'll explode.... oh well i'll get some done soon... so my goal for next year is to be able to onsight v.11 ..... that would be testicular..... er ... well... testacular.... i don't know it just came out wrong.... oh well i'm finished.... time to go and steel a card board box from wal mart so i can pack up one of my guitars and go home...... victory

i am finally putting things where they need to be... and it's a good feeling.... i think i might have a.d.d. which would explain my over sensetive hyper active compulsize and distant personality... but that's cool with me ... i don't mind a.d.d.... not one bit.... today i sat in a room for 8 hours and did nothing... it was boreing... but i couldn't leave... my teacher wouldn't let me... so i diagramed major and minor scales and thought of alternate chord progressions to my songs and dreamed about being able to fully understand what i was madly scribbling down... deperate to know myself in a world that doesn't allow such behavior... i'll sit and smoke my pipe and pretend to be deep in thought but only really be deep in thought about what "deep in thought" really means... what does it really mean.... and why do my bananas rippen faster when i leave them by my microwave... should i be concerned... the blues are getting to me... my soul hears them .... i want to know the root of the blues... i want to know this root that is so deep in american music it surpasses the seed... i want to be the blues... i want to be a carpenter ... er, rather a luthier... i want to practice it without restriction and complication ... but that will always be a dream better left in the corner of my eye and on the back of my tongue.... the part just before it extends into my throat.