Ah, intentions intentions intentions, You’ve heard me say, write and communicate through interpretive dance my intentions. However for some reason, no matter how many times i voice them i have trouble bringing them to reality. Is this because deep down this isn’t what I want to do? Is it that by voicing them they have less value? Is my understanding of value distorted? Am I doing this to spite my audience, I remember in High school when I was just beginning to learn Parkour, my classmates would say to me, (or rather shout from the opposite end of the gym) “DO A BACKFLIP” or the slightly less annoying “DO THAT AGAIN!” I remember the first few times appeasing them in an effort to build rapport with the ‘cool kids’ and to retrieve the butterflies in my stomach that I adore so much. But after a while something happened, something very difficult to describe, you could call it boredom, or perhaps getting pissy, but I remember on instance in particular where the phrase “I’m not your Bitch” flew out from between my lips.
As of now, there is no discernible reason why I might be apologizing, and i suppose i'm not, think of this as more of a promise. Ha, haha, oh you don't get the irony, you see the next post which will be coming up in the next few days, will be titled, "I can't promise" but i assure you that the irony will be recieved in a few days when my own computer has access to the internet.
LOVE. 752 pm central standard time, 1:52 London time. Though it should feel like eight o clock something about travel is exhausting. Perhaps its the needing to keep track of where you need to be at all times, worrying that the airline is going to screw you over, trying to make conversation with complete strangers, or maybe its just the effort not to be tired that exhausts us.
My flight from cedar rapids was simple and easy, what more can you expect from an airport so tiny it only has three gate sections separated by an escalator and two hundred meters. You could literally hold your breath and run from one end of the airport terminals to the other, I can’t think of a logical reason you would want to but thats something you must decide for yourself. On the flight to Chicago I met a lovely complimentary woman (thats compl-I-mentary not compl-E-mentary, she didn’t come with the flight for a nominal fee, instead I mean she was very nice, complimenting me and telling me about her own travels to Europe when she was younger, and her sister’s miserable trip to Russia, I digress.) If you have ever seen my youtube page or have tried to watch one of my devilishly entertaining videos recently, you probably noticed most of my videos are not there. (i suppose if you haven't been to see my youtube page, or haven't enjoyed giggling till you wet yourself or wetting yourself till you giggle, you probably wouldn't have noticed or cared but bare with me) Heres the story: lovingly written by by cat, Mittens. I do not own a cat
I'd like to thank my imaginary cat Mittens for eloquently transcribing my thoughts into this word document. Moving on, now that you have the backstory, let me explain whats happening to the future of Roan. (its weird to write my name and say that I have a future, like saying that a snickers bar has a future of coming out of some vial place looking relatively the same, I digress) [lovingly transcribed by my caveman Ooogh]
/whoah Ooogh, take it easy, that last one wasn't me. So yeah...I don't think we should end on an awkward note but...but I can't think of another way to end this...so hows the family? Uhuh, Oh really? Whats interesting to me about modern day cattle is that there truly exists fluffy cow competitions.  Is this how I want to end a post?
Yea. LOVE. |
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