the sale is done for the weekend. most of the big stuff is gone, including my bed. which is why i’ve been sleeping on top of casey’s the past few days. not in, but on top. tomorrow, i’ll vacuum my incredibly dusty room and put in my airbed from boston. then, in the time when i’m not work-working, i’ll get to work building a very long desk that’ll run the length of my longest wall. i’m not sure how long it is, maybe 8 feet or something. i want a very long, very empty desk.
i randomly happened on some reading regarding the raw food diet & the evils of processed sugar. it makes so much sense, and i think i want to try it again. i’m scared, i don’t know why. but i’m pretty convinced that modern society at this point is a little ridiculous, and i’m pretty convinced that there’s better. i’m gonna ween into it.
it’s strange. i took out the trash tonight, and it’s been warm, but it was cooling off just then. and i looked up and saw some stars just peeking out, and the waning moon, that was slightly less saturated than the green, blue, orange sky. i thought,
"i’ll wake up tomorrow, late, by the working world’s standards. maybe i can take my laptop out to the back patio, and sit in the sun while i work. i don’t have a plan for tomorrow evening, but there are a handful of things i could do. decorate my room. start that garden. go for a bike ride."
and it occurred to me that i felt, finally, maybe for the first time since the beginning of highschool, like it was summertime. not summer, the semester between school & school, where i have to find a job so i can stay busy and make money and whatever. but summertime, where you take a book out and read it in the grass. or summertime, where you drive your car to the drive-in with a girl, or maybe go park it on a hill overlooking a lake, to watch the sun go down.
i’m not worried about money, now that i’m here. it might be selfish, but everyone’s agreeing that i’m making a smart decision. we’ve got enough money in the bank that our very modest salary for the next few months is already there. if we got no new business in those next few months, we’d still get paid. and we will get new business; we’re always coming up with new product ideas, and we’ve gotten a handful of interesting inquiries for client projects. we’re gonna be okay, definitely for at least the summertime. so i can get back to worrying when winter comes, but i hope that by then, this summertime mindset will be a permanent fixture.
see-bee-arr
what the hell are you doing reading that ridiculous site?! who is that dude
and did you see the trolls?…
see-bee-arr
no seriously, delete that link from your computer. i just spent half an hour “surfing” it was like “looking at a car wreck” and i “couldn’t look away” ack! eat vegetables. but no raw steak!
micah rich
lol i like that you “put everything in quotes.” don’t worry, the only “raw meat” i plan on “eating” is “sushi.”
erika
thought you might like this:
http://8tracks.com/
caroline Hadilaksono
my i havent been here in a while, i guess i didnt need to, cause u were right here.
but since you’re talking about summertime, how bout no work next Wed.? eh?? eh?? the whole day, right in the middle of the week!
it should be company policy:
A Good Company is closed on Wednesdays, Saturdays, Sundays, all national, religious, and non-religious holidays, and the month of November (October optional).
there, now it’s official, cause it’s written down.
erika from 2006
“i like reading micah’s photo journal. i know he probably doesn’t think it but i think he has a very exciting and interesting life. but at the same time, i pity him because i know that he is this absolutely amazing person, and i wonder who could ever be more amazing than him, because he needs someone more amazing to sweep him off his feet and bring him on an adventure. i know that i could never be that person, even if i wanted to be, which i don’t because i don’t think i am that person, i think i know who i am. but micah needs someone like that and i really hope he finds her. micah also needs to learn not to be so afriad and to talk to that mystery girl from his class, because, trust me, she wants you to talk to her. i could never be brave enough to be that person, maybe for anyone. id like to think that im perfect for someone. that someone is certainly perfect for me.”
erika’s blog
feb 18 2006
micah rich
mmm, i remember the passage, very clearly. but who was that mystery girl? i can’t remember. was that kellen?
i’ve changed my mind about how exciting and interesting my life is. and i’m not sure i’ll find a girl to sweep me off my feet, but i’ve gotten to be okay with the idea that the sweeping is up to me. i’m not so scared to say hello anymore.