California and Two Gallants eases the mind

So now, apparently, I'm going to be going to california with Patrick (the boyfriend) and his buddy as well as mine, Matt. Sounds like a good time to me minus the fact that Patrick is highly irresponsible sometimes but Matt handles things well so hopefully both of us can keep him in check. I can't wait to do this. It still isn't real to me. But enough about California.

I recently discovered Two Gallants and have fallen in love.

oh hey dream... let's do something about you.

I talked to a friend today who informed me that he was moving to California in 11 days, Los Angeles to be specific. This was interesting news to hear considering that last night, the girl I was planning to go to California with bailed on me.
"My dad said I should move out of the house here first. It makes more sense." Fine then. So be it. I'm more than willing to pack up my bags and maybe a person and head out west to Sausalito (maybe Trinidad?) by myself.
Here's the thing - I need out of here more than I need air. I've been programmed since I was born to move around as much as possible, be nomadic. Yet somehow, I've been stuck in Kentucky since 2nd grade. My time is up here. I can't spend another minute in the Bluegrass state of horses and tobacco. It's not that I don't like horses, they're pretty creatures, and tobacco happens to be one of my many weaknesses but Kentucky...
So here is my plan: collect as much money as physically possible. That means finding a job sometime in the near future in good ol' Kentucky as well as applying for summer camp jobs to get a quick and easy couple hundred dollars. While I'm working with kids whom I'll no doubt hate, my parents will be collecting too much furniture for me that I'll sell once I get to California. I'm also going to try to find things that will not be necessary to take with me to Sausalito and sell those items for as much as humanly possible. I need to start looking for jobs out west.
Even though I lost my partner in crime in this venture, I'm still going to rough through it and travel the 1 day and 14 hour distance to start over somewhere new. I can become a completely different person. Hell, I can create a new identity.
"Hello, my is Isabelle DeAngelo and I'm from Mars. Nice to meet you."
Don't get me wrong though. I'm not leaving because I need an identity change or because my life is so terribly bad. I just simply need something new: new inspiration, new people, new environment, new everything. I love some things about this God forsaken place but I'm sure I would love lots of things about a brothel, that doesn't mean I should live there.
Long story short, I'm getting out of here. You're welcome to join me.

pantsburg fever

I'm getting ready to go to the middle-of-nowhere today with an old flame in order to see a new one. I fear the awkward conversation I'm about to have for an hour and a half. Who knows? Maybe it won't be awkward and I'm just being silly, but nevertheless, the fear is still in my head. I should be packing right now but this mood and music is bringing me down.
Mr. Hank Williams, you sure do know how to bring a gal into the bottom of the bucket.
The flowers I received from a lover that shouldn't be around are slowly dying. I'm not sure why this makes me sad but I can't help but think that when they die, she'll be gone too. I by no means love the girl. I save that word for special occasions that are usually induced by alcohol but she does mean a lot to me.

Ah, Mr. Old flame called. He's lost in downtown Lexington. Considering he's a country boy from a town that has a population of less than 2,000 I'm pretty sure he's screwed. Now is a perfect time for a shot of whiskey...