Poolside fun: recreational memory loss

I have been poolside for the past 3-4 days. No where else. And it has been fabulous.

Except now. Now, that it's raining. I am sitting here, suited up, ready to soak up the sun and wasting sunscreen.

Guess I'm ready to get burnt again.

Wow, it seriously isn't going to end anytime soon either. I am disappoint.

Back to the basics: my muse ran away. Initially I thought she was only hiding so that I would go outside and enjoy summer, rather than go about my pasty white life as is; but now...I think I'm being punished. Punished for my lack of effort, for my laziness.

I stopped writing - all together. Unless you count countless tweets about the sun and the pool and music.

Maybe that's it; I needed a musical intermission. Maybe.

But, honestly? Some genius needs to invent mind to text like now. This is out of control. I need my thoughts to instantly transfer into a memoir before they're gone for good. I need to be able to be in the pool, swimming, while simultaneously writing the next best seller.

Word.

I had an ingenious idea for the beginning - or middle? - of a novel. I had it right before I fell asleep last night. I punched it lazily into my iPhone Notes app and passed out. Today, I remembered, by chance, that I had done that, read it, and smiled. It was still just as epic as it was when my sleepy brain thought it up.

This is good. This means no more looking at scraps of paper and trying to decipher what I actually meant to write, or wondering what the hell my Excedrin PM influenced self was thinking.

I'm not used to my afterthoughts making sense like that. It's kind of nice.

More later (probably not).

12. a photo of you

11. a photo of your favourite film(s)

Well, one of my favorites.

Amélie

Cloudy skies, cloudy dreams

It's 3pm and the sky is chock full of clouds and random bouts of lightning. I had sunbathing and swimming plans - along with other such sunny tomfooleries.

And now what?

Now, I sit inside and watch Buffy while drinking coffee and fiddling with my iPhone. (Unemployment and the lack of finances kind of ruin "going out".)

I rue today.

Onto other things: I keep having two recurring dreams. Well, one is never really the same but I always have a dream where I am smoking. Recently, I dreamt my brother Brent came to visit for my birthday and his gift to me was a single cigarette because he knew I wanted to smoke. This is very unlike Brent. But, nevertheless, I sat at the bar and smoked that cigarette. And it was wonderful.

...okay, enough with the smoking dreams before I have an ever worse craving.

The other recurring dream involves this mystery man. Or boy. - Boy because I feel as if, in the dream, I am actually younger than I am in real life (as is he). - My mother is always in the dream, along with Punk, and she drives me a ways to see this boy. And, along the way, Punk always ends up in some sort of kitty shenanigans. But I always make it to see the boy. And it's a relief. Yet, usually, right after I get to him...I wake up. And I am left shifting, trying to become comfortable again, so that I can drift back away into that dream and find out more about my mystery boy.

I'm curious. And the dream felt good.

I'd like to go back to sleep, now.

10. a photo of you as a baby

This is the youngest photo of myself I have access to.

I was three or four. And wearing a paper bonnet.

I think it was Thanksgiving.

9. a photo of your family

(Left to Right) Mom (note the "motherly expression"), Rob, Brent, Me.

This picture is like...six years old?

But this is the most recent family photo I have.

Now, let's find the camera man...

This will do. Dad and Mom. Incredibly cute.

And last, but not least...

Punk. Cutest kitty ever. My boy. <3

8. a photo of your favourite band/musician

I can't pick just one. But I'll pick the one I have been

"all about", especially as of late...

Rilo Kiley.