9 more days.

So forgive me again for yet another cryptic post about this date. Most of the people who read this probably know exactly what I'm talking about, but just incase I am still going to remain relatively discreet. I should be at least a little bit worried, but I'm not. A couple of people have asked me if I am getting nervous, because they are. I probably should be a little bit. I guess there is no good reason to stress out. Stress just gives me physical ailments like headaches and stomach problems, so I see no real benefit of bringing that about.

I sort of had a slight melt down the other night. Not about this date, but just a lot of overly built up stress from the last month or so of non-stop activity. It was one of the first nights I had to myself to just relax and I think my brain spilled over the edge a bit. Anyways, I honestly don't even remember much of what I was freaking out about anymore. I feel much better and this weekend really helped Nik and I wind down from all of the chaos of the month of June.

The weather was effing amazing this weekend. Nik and I walked over to Cal Anderson, which looked like a beach with so many people laying around, playing frisbee and walking their dogs. We laid in the grass and I read really bad feminist poetry I picked up from Vivace Coffee. The sun felt so great. Afterwards, we walked around Broadway and came home. Actually we did that today too. We didn't lay in the grass today, because the pesticides or something made us itchy. I really love Cal Anderson. It's quiet, despite being in the city. The bums don't bother me. The jocks don't bother me. The drug addicts huddle under trees. The kids play on the playground or in the fountain. The field looks surreal to me sometimes. I don't mean to sound so cheesy, but it gives me a sense of peace that I only ever got from this cemetary by my parents house that I would ride my bike to as a kid. The park is quite simply the biggest mix of people you can find. Homeless, drug addicts, dykes, gay boys, overly serious tennis players, baseball players, soccer players, basketball groups, moms and babies, dad's and kids, teenagers with greasy hair and ill-fitted clothes, club-goers, hippies in circles, siblings, elderly people, leather daddies and sports rejects having fun despite sucking.

I have no idea why i am writing all of this. I am relaxed for the first time in awhile. I also thought I should write that the countdown from quite awhile ago is nearing it's end.