Today was the final day of Driver’s Education. Now, I’m at the point where I need to go into the dreaded Department of Motor Vehicles and take my written test [which, I’m hoping, doesn’t have any writing involved other than writing your name, date, addy and circling letters].
When I got home tonight, I worked out with some free-weights [my arms are sore] and realised that since I’ve been in California, I’ve developed biceps. It freaked me out for a few minutes, being someone who hasn’t seen biceps on himself in quite a long time, but there they are.
Took a beautiful photo of a California sunset. I’m hoping to be able to post it soon.
I’ve started wondering if that thing up above [the diploma] was a one-way ticket to depression. I’ve been extremely saddened since leaving my family and friends in El Paso. California can’t make up for Texas in any way. Today during class, I mentioned how I felt uncomfortable walking on the median here because of all the grass [”I’ve always been told not to walk on the grass…not a problem in Texas, since it’s all dirt”], to which people chuckled a little and reassured me that it was okay to walk on it here.
The streets are wider in California also, and there are more lanes of traffic. I’m sure San Francisco won’t yield that problem, but here in small-town up-scale suburbian California, it does. I barely make it across the street…barely. My legs have started hurting when I take my walking spells. I’m wondering if that’s someone up above telling me to knock it off.
Did I mention before that I went to a touch-spa? While I was there, I managed to get ahold of Chris. He had just woken up [at around two in the afternoon, nonetheless]. I talked with him for less than five minutes, then had to hang up because of my hair and nail appointment. Five minutes I sometimes wish I could get back and drown in.
I managed to watch a little bit of the John Mayer documentary “This Will All Make Perfect Sense Someday,” a play-off of the song he wrote by the same name. It told the story of John’s beginning with his album “Room For Squares” and ended with his “Any Given Thursday” show, both things of John’s I treasure to this day…both items that got me projected in this path of music.
And I wonder sometimes how my family will react should I tell them that I’m veering hard out of the political science and broadcast journalism field and heading straight into the field of music. “But you’re so good at journalism…and we need a politician like you in office…” How many people watch VH1 as opposed to C-SPAN? When trying to send a message, what would be a better medium to send it on?
My mind wanders from time to time if I’m living it right.