there are 129 other things i reaaaally should be doing.

i'd list them all, but that only conquer my boredom, and in the process create more boredom therefore throwing off the balance of the boredom spectrum to unstable (ly) boring.  like... looking out a window on a not so snowy day at the boring grey sky with nothing happening boring.  

i had an energy drink.  it cranked me up.  music couldn't be loud enough, and i didn't have the attention span to notice green lights or remember a balance to deposit into the bank 3 seconds after i looked at it.  it was something i haven't experienced in months... a chemical imbalanced imposed upon myself so i wouldn't die whilst driving with sort of little sleep and at night with poor slippery road conditions.. it was well worth it.  i sang so much i didn't notice my own voice creak and moan in protest to the volume i was projecting to keep up with the noise coming from my speakers.. my brain just wanted to melt into music and become one for a moment, and then ease back out of it only to be brought right back into it with another sonic blast of amazingness.  i arrived early to my destination, but still to jacked up on green crap i ventured back out to run some errands, as sherwood park has become home 3 for me, since i come up often enough to know where the hockey rink is, the bank, starbucks, 2 second cups, mall and movie theatre, staples, home depot, (clearly i'm just listing observations i have about baseline now... game set match brain!)  the point is i've become familiar with another place, an it now becomes less interesting because nothing new is expected.  its just the way it is, and i live with it.  detroit was vast and new and interesting once, but now you could drop me off (k not detroit, but the whiter, more grid like grosse pointe) anywhere an i could probably get back without thinking.  not like thats all that hard to navigate if i know where north is, anywhere, but my man senses don't tingle anymore when i get 'lost' in sherparkwood.  muha.ha.  ha.  

that makes me super excited to get to new zealand.  brand spanking new.  everything.  continent, country, city, culture, another c word that i won't say because it has no relevance (and it is NOT dirty and it doesn't rhyme with punt.  you flipping pervert you.)  it was candle ok? new candle.  flip yes.  i'll get to explore.. get lost... soon enough it'll become 'home' and i'll know my way around, but i guess instead of getting frustrated that i'm now geographically one with a place i should appreciate knowing more than one place... i'm mapping out the world one place at a time in my head.  the roads in between will take my places i won't remember, but i'll still know i travelled them.  

then comes the crash and definitely no burn this time.  far too much to look forward too and far too much cherishing to do.  tucker has no hair anymore.  i haven't seen the cat.  nor the family... but their presence is here and it feels very much like home.  family is everything, and if i didn't have it everywhere i go, i'd go nowhere and i'd go crazy.  its not an obligation to see blood family, i thoroughly enjoy them.  love them.  would die for them.  but its the new family that i create, get to know, learn to love that appeals to me so much.  my roomates are my family.  jef too jeff and everyone in between are family.  if i've known someone long enough to gain trust and respect then they become family.  nothing else matters!  i'm feeling sentimental and feel for people who don't have the family i do.. i wish so badly that they did.  i'll make sure i love my family for as long as i can.