sunday funny sunday (revised)

clouds.

period. serious.





well so anyway.

last year was one of those years you think should maybe not happen altogether in an entire lifetime, never mind a year. ( italics for emphasis, that's what mrs. penna in 6th grade at highland view elementary used to say.) but seriously, and ive seen some things. (too much? italics, i mean?)

i am one of those people who have wild shit happen to them. you know? like those people who just have that crazy shit go on. i dont mean to, you realize, it just finds me. now, i am also someone who finds drama in general tedious and frankly embarrassing, so any overt weirdness is already too much for me. by weirdness, i am not referring to originality, perversity, audaciousness or spunk. no, i'm talking about being a magnet for every little metal filing of crunk'd up idontknowwhat when you'd rather just get on with things.

so anyway, last year was one of those years, and ive been in a kind of coming back from it for awhile. so getting a concussion this summer while attempting to complete a yoga certification (dont ask if you dont know, i am totally about spirit, dude)-- not actually doing the yoga, mind you. no that would have been nearly in the realm of normal in this case. nope, i managed to get a concussion while more or less minding my own business.

i think the problem is, ive been trying to be normal again. its confusing, you see, because im in texas, and texas by any other name is england. and in england, absolutely nothing is quite as important as normal. (ok, even i admit, enough already with the italics.)





(montreal graffiti artist ashbal gabriel vIau, "les productions je t'aime")

but i dont know, when youre in england, and you not english, even if you were born there but moved away as a baby? you cant help staring at the natives like, hm. normal, hunh? hm. yeah, cool.

its just me trying to suddenly develop stripes in the zebra pack all over again when i just have to relax and be a fucking leopard already.