"I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious race
And children cry for the one who has
A real big heart and a father's grace"
MY GIRLS. ANIMAL COLLECTIVE


My soccer games have gotten canceled two days in a row and this has produced a varied jumble of emotions in me.. the outcome of this assortment of feelings being that i shout out and dance (or probably looks more like wildly throwing myself)around my hallway, to the confusion of my mother. Huh.

In lieu of going to soccer, I rode my bicycle to Rebekahs house where we stayed up into the very very early hours eating cookie dough, watching comedies, and listening to her ABC music list, which I am now realizing would have torn my soul apart to eliminate so many songs. Oh and we talked. But I feel like it was less like a conversation and more like me being enlightened in the wake of Beck's brilliant realizations about people, interactions, and LIFE in general. I dont mean that she did most of the talking because i usually have to put a reign on how much I talk, but I could chatter myself in a circle and then she would put things so articulately and realistically and.. yeah youre really open minded and coherent, you bloody wanker.

The next I mean same morning, we cross-town bike rode? rided? rid? to PHOP in the shimmering summer heat wave. Princeton hills are a bitch. Upon not being able to finish our pizza, we got joey to come along and meet us there. Shout out to wonderful, spontaneous interactions! George the pizza place guy told us that the 20 or 30 yr old construction workers had left their number for us with him when they left. He kept a very straight face when telling this story, and promptly turned around and left with a shrug once he was done. What? Lie?

Then we got delicious smoothies at mountain side market and walked up to the gazebo on the center-of-town's lawn. To a slight drizzle of rain. And after about ten minutes there was a large boom, and a large tear was cleaved in the sky for this light misting turned into what felt like a minor monsoon and we dashed to our bikes laying sprawled in the soaked, slippery grass, and we tore down the hill, Joey loping alongside without a bike and Beck way far ahead of me, her bright hair flailing and whipping and pretty soon I couldnt see in this streaky, torrential rain. I got sprayed by passing cars and puddles I swerved through and it was as though the clouds were hurling magnificent glass marbles from the heavens that shattered into thousands of crystalline shards and we were racing and racing and the world was an iridescent blue shimmer, much like the heat wave was but now it was wet wet wet and we pulled into his driveway and scampered into the house soggy and sodden and sopping and my clothes were drenched and heavy but i felt very very light.

Giggling in anticipation, Beck and I decided to ride our bikes back to her house in the rain.
The thunder had gotten harder but the downpour began to lighten up, and the whole way home was downhill so we flew. ("they cant touch me, we break off, run so fast they cant even catch me, touch me ill show you tricks with my zig zag quickly" O..SAYA. SLUMDOG MILL.) And screamed and laughed maniacally and curled and looped and sang and as i zigzagged through puddles and pulsing streaming rivlets of water my tire hurling behind me a fine spray my reflection danced in the puddles, their surfaces seeming to boil under the constant heaves of rain, and the world was green (emerald, rich, and earthy) and I was green (immature, young, naive) and we coalesced, the world and I, Beck and I, and I just felt so...

alive.
Song of yesterday was My Girls, by Animal Collective because its pusling, shimmering beginning remind me not only of heat, but now of rain.