American West Coast Tour.

Listening to: Ramona Falls - Clover.

15 days.

San Diego CA to Vancouver BC.

Vancouver BC to San Diego CA.

Best 3800+ miles spent.

Melting.

Listening to: Phoenix - 1901.

Why did I stop listening to these guys? I really loved Alphabetical, but never thought to follow up. I just heard this song on the radio earlier today and it makes me happy to think they might be known more than just that one song in Lost in Translation.

After MUCH NEEDED rest (+18 hours in a 24 hour span) my brain was ready to do some brow-furrowing style thinking. It didn't lead me to lots of happy places, mainly to an island of frantic internet searching for cheap flights and mixed feelings of a "wasted" summer doing decidedly unfun summer stuff.

It boiled down to about a 10 day window to travel instead of the planned 25 days.

*hrumph*

A wise "bird person" once proposed: Can one have happiness and still be sad at the same time?

I agreed with the statement, but also noted that I agreed with its converse.

Which leads me to this seemingly permanent furrowed brow I have. At the end of this post I'm still not sure if I personally stand with the statement or its converse.

Is this what happens at 4am with too much sleep?

Juggling.

Listening to: The National - Fake Empire.

End of Day 3 at summer school and so much has happened since the last post.

1. Unexpected surprise work day on Monday.

2. Unexpected surprise workforce wipeout sans me [lame].

3. Very expected Las Vegas trip from Monday through Wednesday.

4. Unexpected extra day in Vegas.

5. Unexpected workless weekend for ONCE in my life.

6. A relatively low-stress summer work schedule.

I'm looking forward to a summer of Condensed Juggling followed by Juggling for the Income-Impaired leading into another school year in Advanced Juggling. It will be juggling challenging to say the least.

Going Batty.

It's 3:12pm.

The last TPIoLs of the day are winding down and all I can think is:

Drugs are amazing.

Trust me, it's not what you're thinking.

It's been a stressful week for all the reasons I never thought I would be stressed out about. I can really relate to how Team Vista feels right now. I prepared for weeks, bracing for all the what-ifs, making hard copies of TPIoL prep, updating my DP, the whole nine yards.

And for what? I barely used any of it... or did I? In my attempt to cover everything I thought I would need, I learned that I was just preparing for higher level struggles. I was building the foundation to the house that was to be swept away by a tornado.

I don't know where I'm really going with this. My brain is mushy and I'm going batty.

I think I've heard at least 3 people say "When is it summer already??" in their most nasally/whiny voice today and they weren't all students.

11:12am.

After the hearing, the parties took a recess while the judge deliberated with the paper jury. 

Why is the silence so loud??

It's a flat drone like cotton balls screaming with white hot breath

or like glassy firm jello in a bank safe.

The noise hurts. Everything.

I can't even focus on the green ink in my green "wood" journal. All I can do is stare at the color of its pages that reminds me of chewed up and regurgitated cereal boxes, not that I would know what that looks like or anything.

[awkward pause]

As I break the staring contest with the cardboard vomit colored page and accept the writer's block it gave me, tensions also broke in court with hand gestures, a forced guffaw, and a clumsy scramble towards a door handle.

What seemed like 15 minutes was really just 2 or maybe 3, but no more than 5.

2≤x<5

where x=time elapsed in silence (in minutes).

What a nerd.