drawing constellations

this last weekend kicked my ass. it punched me in the ribs, kicked me in the back, chewed me up and spit me out onto the cold, hard, earth, leaving only a wasted shell of the sullen, shuffling, yet slightly hopeful woman i was on friday.

lesson of the month: dont help your mom paint her living room a week and a half before you move across the country.

dont get me wrong, i love my mom and i was happy to help her, the timing just turned out to be sucky. i also finished cleaning out my room at home this weekend, an act that unleashed killer dustbunnies and the worst allergy attack i've had in months. by 9 pm on sunday, i had to concede defeat, take benedryl, and fall into a coma. alas, after i woke up on monday and treated myself to a delightful teeth cleaning at my dentist, the living room still wasn't finished being painted. hermoine would just die if she heard this (luckily she's a fictional character...phew!) but i could really use some house elves right about now.

i think i drank to much mountain dew. i feel funny.

that's what wil declared after lunch yesterday, a hilarious hour of theatrics that bringing together random groupings of my friends sometimes creates. there were funny faces, staged fights, hell, even an inneundo or two. but that quote (minus the mountain dew part, i hate mountain dew) perfectly describes how i've been feeling. i feel funny. this whole getting ready to move across the country thing...it's bizarre, i tell you! and kind of stressful, running errands and packing and scheduling goodbyes and what not. my oasis for this insanity has been found in jack johnson, who's music i never fully appreciated until the show. he's just so good live. i am so in love with his song "constellations" off of his "in between dreams" album. so in love, i am going to post the lyrics and i heartily recommend that you download it and listen to it when you just need to chill out, feel romantic, and let all the funny feelings slip away.

the light was leaving in the west it was blue
the children’s laughter sang
and skipping just like the stones they threw
their voices echoed across the waves
it’s getting late

and it was just another night
with a sunset and a moonrise
not too far behind to give us just enough light
to lay down underneath the stars
we listened to Papa’s translations
of the stories across the sky
we drew our own constellations

the west winds often last too long
and when they calm down, nothing ever feels the same
sheltered under the Kamani tree
waiting for the passing rain
clouds keep moving to uncover the sea
stars up above us chasing the day away
to find the stories that we sometimes need
listen close enough and all else fades
fades away

and it was just another night
with a sunset and a moonrise
not so far behind to give us just enough light
to lay down underneath the stars
listen to all translations
of the stories across the sky
we drew our own constellations

it's just so beautiful. i really wish it would rain before i move away. this seems unlikely. the other morning i woke up to the loveliest sound...rain pattering against the window. i lay in bed, mentally writing a blog about the first rain of fall and the romance of it all, soaking up the moment. then i got up to gaze at the beauty awaiting me outside the window, pulled back the blinds, and saw a flawless blue sky. what the? i mumbled, realizing my rain was only a sprinkler.

talk about a tease.