we'll scream loud at the top of our lungs.

"we'll scream loud at the top of our lungs
and they'll say it's just 'cause we're young
but we'll feel so alive
Throw it away,
forget yesterday,
we'll make the great escape"
-boys like girls, the great escape.

I turned 21 two months ago. 21 is still young. i forget that fact some times. it's hard to forget your youth, but when it comes down to it, it's not that hard. especially not with the life i lead here. i work. 5 days a week. when i'm not working, i'm typically recovering from the work week. i've got rent payments. the money left after rent and taxes, goes to groceries. the money left after groceries, goes to spending money. which i really need to start saving. so i can fly back to NM for the brother's wedding. it's like i'm growing up.

the thing is, i'm not grown up. i'm still very much a kid. every video game i have my user profile is named the kid. i'm in no rush to grow up. it's important that i put that in writing so that when i start freaking out about things that i've got time to figure out (god willing) i can remember that 21, is still young.

so you know what, screw it. let's get drunk and ride around, make peace with an empty town, cause we can make it right.

the way i'd say it.

(with a little help from the format.)

"You know the night life is just not for me
Cause all you really need are a few good friends
I don't want to go out and be on my own
You know they started something I can't stand
You leave for the city, well count me out
'Cause all this time is wasted on
Well, everything I've done"
-the format, the first single.

a while ago i referenced bryan's I'm missin home as saying anything i could say about how i feel right now better than i possibly could. and for the most part it's true still. but i've realized i have something to say too.

more than anything i miss those few good friends. as much fun as i'm having, i miss late nights of arrested development/family guy/scrubs, bryan playing/ipod running/me singing along with, wendy's/denny's/the one time we went to mcdonalds, more arrested development/family guy/scrubs, the walk back to my room, the pineapple incident, a couple texts that probably should never have been sent, a liter of water, sleep and even dubreakfast the morning after.
i miss the people. i miss that i never had to get on a bus to do something fun. that fun was a phone call or a door knock away. that fun could be nothing more than walking to walmart and goofing around for an hour. or a hell of a conversation.

i'm beginning to think this place would be perfect if you guys were here with me.

perfect situation

tell me there's some logic out there
leading me to better prepare
for the day when something really special might come
tell me there's some hope for me
i don't want to be lone-ly
for the rest of my days on the earth

-weezer, perfect situation