When I am older than these Goddamn Hills

Rufus Wainwright...he wrote the words to the song that belongs in the soundtrack in the movie based on the book that i just havent gotten around to writing yet.

Bugger.

but honestly who's going to be that interested in the story of a man living millions of years into our future, the sole survivor of our race for no real apparent reason save for some un-asked for responsibility to be the caretaker of the world (kind of) who then finds out that, despite sex and species precedent, he's preggers. what kind of a story is that anyway? thats like 10,000 B.C. in the opposite direction...

i'm home for the weekend and because grandma is in town i'm in the basement. that statement back there, the one about grandma, thats damn near unprecedented because grandma hasnt spent time in the stevens family household in recent memory...well for me thats about a week so lets say since i was ten. yeah. twelve years since the dear old prune has come out of the shriveled appendix of America, the elephant graveyard of the twilight Jewish community, Florida. oh well, i hope maybe we'll have a relationship now that she's going to be within tactical missile range.

i'm not in a bad mood, i'm just sleepy so words come out as they will and i'll read this tomorrow and decipher their propriety (and spelling) then.

next semester should be my last and it so being will make it my most stressful. two shows (hopefully) on the mainstage and my capstone all on top of at least 12 credit hours, and that last one's dependant on how fancy i'm feeling and if i wanna take a climbing/yoga/fencing/tae kwon do class.

there was a hot minute where my mom had me thinking that the government would enact some insane martial law type-jobbie that would keep dear old Barry O out of the oval office and keep the white house just so, and during that time i was imagining this blissfully simple scenario of something between Red Dawn and Into the Wild. a young anglo man is sent into the woods to escape a military occupation but in doing finds himself in the wandering hills of a (relatively) untamed wilderness (i mean, it is west virginny, after all, redneck land can be called savage only so much before it just starts sounding MEAN). i would stock a backpack with cliffbars and high calorie/protein energy shakes and multi vitamins, a tarp for weatherproofing and my sleeping bag and just GO. its a fairly straight shot from mo-town to shepherdstown and a compass would save me the task of learning too terrible mucho woodsman-ship. the whole thing appealed to me very much. so maybe i'll do it anyway. summer break i'll pack up my sack, stay to the woods and see how far i can get on foot.

ha. i'd totally die.