So on the morning bus to camp, crazy things go down. It’s called the bear bus, and appropriately enough, the driver, Fred, resembles a bear. Fred tends to ignore simple traffic laws, such as stop signs, no turn on red, and he tailgates like a pro.
This specific morning one of the older campers started singing “baby” and naturally, all of the 8 year old girls joined in. When they were done they switched to “Friday” and then “dynamite”. All this time, the bus driver is listening to his own headphones, and much like the bus driver from the simpsons, he is nodding and gesticulating expressively along to whatever he’s listening. Next to me, the substitute driver who is learning our root, is passed out on the seat.
So a certain someone (Sharell!) and I had a date tonight, and we started off our date with a delicious dinner at hawthornes, frozen yogurt (NOT FRO-YO. when you say fro-yo, you sound like a tool), and decided to complete our evening, not with the winnie-the-pooh movie, as we had originally planned, but with a hookah-experience, because she has been 18 for MONTHS and has done nothing to exercise her legal rights as an adult (though I think its only quasi-adulthood). So we yelped hookah, and the top-rated choice was conveniently in the neighborhood, and after finding a KILLER parking spot (it was free, hell yes) we wander into this kinda sketchy looking place, where we’re greeted by this incredibly beautiful lady, who says to me “have you been in here before? you look really familiar” and I say, “no, never’ and then we go into the back, and proceed to watch MTV on a huge screen (the new show, “Awkward” looks AWFUL). When we’re leaving, I’m talking with this girl, and college is mentioned, and she asked me what school i’m going to, and when I reply, she gives me this look and says, “no way, I just graduated from there!” Turns out, she majored in one of the departments I’m most interested in (peace and global studies) and had GREAT things to say to me about the school, and said she was going to email the head of the department and tell her about me. We exchanged information, and she said that we should meet up sometime for coffee!!
Emotionally drained might be the best way to put it. After all, you’ve spent the last three hundred and fifty seven pages becoming attached to the protagonist, learning her fears, strengths, shortcomings and favorite type of vodka.
The last paragraph seems to end too soon, and you flip the page to the acknowledgments, craving more; more words, more information, more knowledge of whether they fall in love, or who the likable teenage daughter becomes as she grows up.
You sit in your bed, clad in your summer pajamas, feeling the fan blowing it’s artificial breeze on your sunburnt face, and the sweat accumulating in the crease behind your knees.
It’s hot, and you still want more, but the pages turn, blank, until the plastic coated back cover is under your fingers, and you toss the book on the table, stand up and wander off, processing what you’ve just read, as if it has happened to you, forgetting that this same cycle will happen again in about 400 pages or so, when you pick up a new book.
Almost two years ago, I wrote my first guest post for tuneage. It was on Mumford & Sons. The band has since exploded - being nominated for a grammy, featured on major movie soundtracks and playing shows across the world.
A new (fairly high quality) Mumford & Sons track is making the rounds online. It comes from a live session the band did for a Colorado radio station.
The song is currently Untitled but I couldn’t help my excitement in sharing this beautiful track - Marcus Mumford’s crooning voice, heartbreaking lyrics and those fantastic harmonies have me hooked.