guess who I sawwwww???...rhymes with Posh...
Bliss Fest '06
Celia called me a new age hippie today.
There were so many amazing people. I was expecting a giant shroom shrine and communal hookah. I actually did not do drugs and drank enough to make up for what I haven't since leaving MQT...i.e. I blacked out Saturday night for a couple hours, lost my glasses (they mozied over to lost and found the next morn!), sprawled on the ground on my back in the midst of thousands of folkified jiggers, and stumbled myself back to camp...then woke up and did YOGA! But really, besides the alc, I danced my growing heart out all weekend, got cute earings, didn't shower for five days, reunited with a bunch of NMU peeps, and just got lost in the limbo of roading it up and doing whatever.
But I must say (and I'm still processing it), this trip stuck its bony finger in my eye. I'm having a hard time with consistency. I change, a lot, depending on the people, the place, the food, the weather. Finding something good in everything makes it difficult to stick with something, whether it's a hobby, philosophy, personality trait, there's always something else grabbing my attention and I lose track of what's behind me...forget where I've been, the relationships I've had, the experiences and moments I've had, and I don't learn from them. Inner spirals.
There are so many things you can do, think and say.
My mom picked me up from the train station last night. We had the most depressing conversation I've had, I think ever. There wasn't much depth, it was just a million morbid thoughts skimming the surface, rippling. Her profile has aged, and she wants to be strong but knows she's broken.
N-E-waaaaaay.
I left my freshly picked cherries at Josh's (sigh)
Happy Bliss!!!
(All weekend I kept saying "bliss" like Jack from will and grace when he mimics Cher..."blii-i-i-i-ssss")
Celia called me a new age hippie today.
There were so many amazing people. I was expecting a giant shroom shrine and communal hookah. I actually did not do drugs and drank enough to make up for what I haven't since leaving MQT...i.e. I blacked out Saturday night for a couple hours, lost my glasses (they mozied over to lost and found the next morn!), sprawled on the ground on my back in the midst of thousands of folkified jiggers, and stumbled myself back to camp...then woke up and did YOGA! But really, besides the alc, I danced my growing heart out all weekend, got cute earings, didn't shower for five days, reunited with a bunch of NMU peeps, and just got lost in the limbo of roading it up and doing whatever.
But I must say (and I'm still processing it), this trip stuck its bony finger in my eye. I'm having a hard time with consistency. I change, a lot, depending on the people, the place, the food, the weather. Finding something good in everything makes it difficult to stick with something, whether it's a hobby, philosophy, personality trait, there's always something else grabbing my attention and I lose track of what's behind me...forget where I've been, the relationships I've had, the experiences and moments I've had, and I don't learn from them. Inner spirals.
There are so many things you can do, think and say.
My mom picked me up from the train station last night. We had the most depressing conversation I've had, I think ever. There wasn't much depth, it was just a million morbid thoughts skimming the surface, rippling. Her profile has aged, and she wants to be strong but knows she's broken.
N-E-waaaaaay.
I left my freshly picked cherries at Josh's (sigh)
Happy Bliss!!!
(All weekend I kept saying "bliss" like Jack from will and grace when he mimics Cher..."blii-i-i-i-ssss")