WASP

Drowned a wasp yesterday. I'm not really sure why. I'll say that it was because it scared me, and I didn't know how to get it out of the house without making it angry. I got it to the ground with some lysol, caught it in a cup, and covered the top with a paper towel. The sad part is that the poor thing probably just wanted to be free, and I couldn't let it, based on my own belief that the sting would hurt me more than it. Looking back, I remember that once a wasp stings, it dies. If I had just let it get me, then it wouldn't have been slow. I watched it struggle in the water, too afraid of paying it a disservice in its last minutes. I will remember you. I am sorry that I couldn't suffer you.

Went laser tagging. My heart is still pounding, and my legs still hurt. My legs are on fire. It rained all the way there and back. So it goes. Went to the pizza place again. I think that I need a break.

Pained Regards,

Caleb

P.S. phlegmatic - self-posessed, calm

A general note: after doing this for a few days, (this is post seven, it would seem), I've decided to change the way things are done a bit. I figure that for my own ease, and for consistency's sake, I'll post the day after, and will begin to use the past tense. It is, after all, stronger. Also, I won't be flopping down on my bed at midnight, pulling Elizabeth (my laptop) in front of me, cracking my fingers, and pounding away until goodness knows when.

Cologne

The week of rough mornings is batting a thousand. The dirty clothing, which I thew on this morning after finding out with a certain jolt that I hadn't started the dryer the previous night, smelled like old cologne. To its credit, it had been sprayed with cologne weeks ago, much to my professional discredit. I can still smell it on me now, early Friday morning. It was a welcome change. It made me feel like a man, instead of just a kid. That's a hard concept to wrap my brain around, my being a man, though I know it to be all too true.

Summer is here for a day or so. Today was meant for just sitting in the heat and sweating after the fifty degree weather, and I was very happy to oblige. After bumming around in my nice clothing, some friends and I went to that new pizza place, barbecue chicken this time. If you're in the area, I implore you to go - one slice, one soda, one ice cream: three dollars. It's the best in town, and I'd hate to see it go now that I've conversed with the kindly owner.

Please be advised: jumping in freezing water because you were hot an hour or so prior isn't a good idea. The creek was a sort of hazel green. When I remember it now, its up past the shore, swollen with rain. It asks me nicely to splash, then it calls me mean names. It pushes me in. That is how the story will be told. I've learned as of late that the most refreshing things are foolhardy at times.

Borders for mom. I swear, the woman buys books to make herself cry. I bought a Creative Non-Fiction and Short Story periodicals for myself, along with another collection of what Garrison Keillor calls "Good Poems." The usual diner was after borders. Now, bed.

Regards,

Caleb

P.S. fifth column - a group of insurgents, traitors, or spies

Yassou!

The beeping of my dying cellphone has finally left my room. It's strange, the silence that has fallen now. Whereas before, while I was setting up my profile and such, the noises drifting around my head were measured by the once every other minute bleat of Dad's old silver Motorola. The cars on the highway, the overhead fan, and the various chat program blips have no law about them now. I think that I liked it better when my thoughts were interrupted, and forced into segments.

I quit much of social networking two calendar days ago at the early Monday time of this posting. I don't miss it. I'm determined now more than ever to change my life for the better, and Saturday it was kicked off with the Greeks' "yassou!"

Greek pastries are delightful, how they sort of fall into your mouth. Gyros are kind of wieldy with or without their foil, like the little kids that I got to play with, brothers of a friend. They were nice little chaps, but I wouldn't trust them with the cleanliness of my shirt. I suppose getting onion all over myself was my fault, but that's that. Friends, movies, a decidedly good day.

Today, well, yesterday now, I rode my bike to a friend's. The gears worry me a bit. I don't like how they make sounds when I shift, but that's that. It was beautiful, and I imagine that I'm in that one old Disney cartoon, the one where a character is walking down a path whistling, and everything around him dances and has a smile. I can't for the life of me remember which character was in it, though I could whistle you the tune. I have spent the better part of an hour looking to no avail. There's a new pizza place on 3rd Street in New Cumberland, in that retail spot where pizza places go to die. I suggest stopping in before it goes too. Delicious and cheap.

I'm going to wake up early today, and go to a temp agency as a part of this whole renovation project on myself. It worries me, but a lot of things worry me - money, women etc. Let us hope for something better, some change, something new.

Regards,

Caleb

P.S. edetic - Marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and exacting recall especially of visual images.