Journal after5's Journal: ...on Walden Pond 3
Driving several hundred miles (well, 1500 or so, thus far) gives you time to think, and think I have done--and sing way out of key with Captain iPod, oh it was criminal really.
Anyway, I figured out that everything I really need to know in life I learned from Duck Tales. As a kid I know that South American dictators are bad news thanks to the Banana Republic episode when the boys convinced the world it was Saturday and not Friday to get their allowance a day earlier than they were supposed to.
Or what about just being yourself, with Fenton and his Megaduck persona? Well, that, and a cool voice gets you chicks--literally.
And let us not forget the best lesson--if you're rich, keep your assets liquid by putting all your money into change, and go swimming in it often. Wear a bathing suit and be sure to dive head first into the piles and piles of change.
In other news, since a large part of this road trip is also to "find myself" and how I want to progress in life, I figured I would do it at a place reknown for such an activity, that's right, I went to Walden Pond.
I didn't intend to, really, I just happened to pass it on the way around Boston. The literary nerd that I am, I could resist going to the legendary Walden Pond. Of course, now it is the Walden Pond State Reserve or some such nonsense, and comes complete with public beach. It is rather pretty and was a nice break from the traffic of Boston--which sucks arse. I-95 was shut down to one lane leaving the state so that they could pave...during rush hour. It also doesn't help that since I'm the foreigner with the out-of-state plates everything is somehow my fault.
Speaking of which, my Aunt's uncle was staying with them in Baltimore, so when I was introduced he was surprised that I didn't have an accent, I guess when he heard I was from Atlanta he figured me for a southern boy. Strange this is, when I was small I had a Bostonian accent, but this is the closest I've ever been to Boston. Go figure.
I drove hard for about 8 hours today, so I went from southern Baltimore to the New Hampshire
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A few other items of note: driving alone doesn't really bother me--I don't have to worry about someone else's stomach or bladder. It helps, because I've been sticking to basically one meal a day. Although my uncle changed that by feeding me constantly. You'll have to ask Andrew, Brandon, or I later about our Myrtle Beach spring break from years ago. We stayed with my uncle...ugh...we probably all gained 5 lbs.
Eating alone, however, is rather discomforting, especially in public. Oh sure, you get to flirt with waitresses (waiters?) and all, but you don't get to go home with anyone. Sleeping in a hotel room by yourself kinda defeats the purpose. I mean, these rooms are supposed to be aphrodesiacs or something, aren't they? No-Tell-Motel syndrome and all.
Tomorrow I'll head into Maine and probably stay there a couple days, then work my way back down the seaboard. I think it might rain, which will suck. Bonus though--my doctor's appointment got moved, so I don't necessarily have to be back by Jul 1, although I think I will anyway. But at least I know I don't have to be completely rushed.
Also bonus: I was wandering through an independent music retailer here in Portsmouth (a really charming town) and picked up a bluegrass tribute to john mayer for 9 bucks, it's great to listen to.
But one of the beds awaits! I just have to pick from the two queens I have in here to see who wants a scantily clad jason between the sheets.
Until tomorrow!
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I hope you're enjoying all that thinking time...
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Hi Dena! have fun in Vegas for me!
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