Hypothyroidicly Thinking [that is...not a real word]

I'm really tired of all the myspace pictures. And trying really hard to look nice everyday. Not pretending to be someone else, but having a hard time just relaxing I guess? Oh goodness. I guess I'm just a quiet complainer sometimes. Well, for today at least. And what bothers me even more is that this post is going to go nowhere if I don't focus soon. bah! haha....okay.
So. Alright. I've got it.
I'm thinking of a few things at the moment. Random, unrelated things I guess. I'm listening to my music and things are ticking in my mind. And I'm being inspired. Being pushed to say things that I just can't make into words? That might make absolutely no sense at all. Or perfect sense. Oh well. Here goes.
That weather outside is absolutely spectacular. I love how the rain sounds like when you punch the buttons on those Little Tikes xylophone pianos. Tiny ping, ping, ping noises on windows, windshields, and the roof of the field house. Now that the wet spring season is rolling on by, I prefer to spend my weekends in shorts and flannel button up shirts. When it's completely gray and cloudy outside I'll be in my backyard, laying on the trampoline, staring up into the sky through my wayfarers, balancing a cup of hot tea on my chest. Why? Apparently you don't know me.
I want to be attached to a camera right now. Maybe some wheels that are attached to some kind of board, just kind of cruising down the street. That muggy afternoon dew sticking to my skin. Sun hidden behind some heavy rain clouds. I want evidence of storms written across my face in streaks. That would be absolutely gorgeous. Yes. Yes it would.
Could music be any more amazing? And art? And people that you love so much, and want to be with every day? Not caring that you can't sing, but rolling down the windows in the car and yelling for some reason, and finding out you can somehow harmonize with your best friend? I want a truck. And a skateboard. And a new iPod for listening. And that moustache WITH A MOUSTACHE pillow I wanted for my birthday, but they stopped making. And a camera. Well. A new one at least. And a skill to write/finish writing songs. And to get better on my guitar. And to finish thinking before I decide to write a blog?
I want too much. It'll narrow down some day.

Until then.
Keep the real going on.
- Alex