I finally got the new moleskine book. Its beautiful! I cannot wait to do a Duolingo lesson in this bad boy. I cannot retire the Mxmtoon book yet so I've been furiously scribbling whatever to get the pages filled. I think that's breaking up most of my rust now that I have no expectation to make it nice. A sad thought just entered my head but just as easily we will breathe it out.
My alternator is dying so I need to get a new one and find someone to install it. Awful timing all around. If you're not into cars and have no idea what it is, please pickup a manual. I'm begging you bro. You will be so much better off if you know how your four wheeled friend works! Anyways, it works with the battery. It turns mechanical energy into electrical energy with an alternating current (AC). The battery and the alternator work together to provide power to the car. When one goes out, it's like trying to carry a heavy box with one arm. Even if you can, you will eventually drop it. Now you know.
Last week I had a dream. The dream took place at night, the air was cool, and the hallway dim. A shark (as in the fish) was leading Charizard (the pokemon), to his room. A soft blush decorated Charizard's giddy face as his claw squuezed the shark's fin. They were finally going to do it. The shark opens the door and a king-sized bed with dark teal bedding greets them. Hanging over the bed was a massive oil painting of the shark fucking another shark. Charizard's glee transforms into awe, then fades into sadness. The shark, unaware of Charizard's sad demeanor, boasts, "that right there is my greatest sexual exploit! A true work of art! One glance and I'm there again, and again, in carnal perpetuity." When the shark turns around, he notices Charizard is already halfway out the door. "Wait! Where are you going?" the shark asks. Charizard chokes out, "I'm so sorry. I could never be him. I can't..." And then I woke up. I know this seems like a stupid nothing dream but I know what this is about. This is a warning.
Following the "canon event," someone called to check in on me for about a week straight. I'm so fortuante to have people care about me and love me. I'll never take it for granted. Normally I end these sentiments with, "I must get better," but I feel I'm already in this better zone. I must maintain in this better zone. I cannot let their time and love go to waste like before!
Tomorrow is the Ethel Cain concert. I am so super hyped for it. I cannot believe I actually stood by my "only do two concerts for August," rule. Initially, I wanted to buy two tickets, but she's a super tough sell. I do not know who could possibly withstand the heat and apprciate the sad, unsettling nature of her music at The Moody Amphitheater. Last time I was there, well, there's no point in moping about it. I will go there and I will have a good time god fucking damnit. Unless these thoughts want to reimburse me for the ticket money, they can pack their sack and take a hike!😡
My hands are heavily blistered because my dad doesn't like to work with gloves. I do and this has only further reinforced my belief. I will admit, I am a bit shocked at where my pain tolerance actually is. Like, my skin was getting ripped up and I didn't even care all that much. When we finished, my hands were visibly shaking. Betrayal. How dare they shake!!! 😡