Day 2

tip tap. tip tap. it's so cool and ..misty outside. the rain before was so smooth and melodic. so comforting and peaceful. peaceful is definitely the truest word for this form of rain.

i want someone to give me an approving nod when they see my just standing outside in admiration and awe of the rain. i know i'm not the only one who has or does this, so why does everyone seem to hide such simple things from themself?

my grandpa was a pretty funny guy. he once gave my grandma (mum's mom) a ring for christmas that wasn't even banded all the way and you could tell where the "stones" were glued in. it was funny 'cause she's like, 'i was trying to hard to act surprised and as if i liked it...' but then she said that he gave her a 14kt gold ring right after she opened the crappy ring.

the whole reason i know this quaint little anecdote is because i had to "verify my source" with my grandma because of a story (more like assigned torture device) in journalism in which we had to interview a parent/grandparent/guardian about a "defining moment." so i interviewed my mum and it ended up being an interview mainly focused on her father and around the time he died and such.

i love simon and garfunkel. i mean, seriously, you CANNOT go wrong with those two. or lennon/mccartney. or the blues brothers. yeh just can't go wrong.

it kind of makes me sad that she'll never see my room here. it's so very shauna greenlee. eh, no greenlee, scratch that.. it's so very shauna. (heh, yeah, like that.) from the "fourth grade shauna" wallpaper to the ripped calendar pages and magazine ads to the pasted smörgåsbord of photos, cards, and printed memories on my inner closet door. it's full of life and yet, so very much so, emptiness.

i miss this. i miss the wind and the cold, and i miss the mugginess and the heat.
i miss oh so much that i know oh so very well that i'll never ever capture again.
i want to travel everywhere forever and never -- and make all of these old and new memories over again forever and never.