o green world

i still don't have a job. i have called starbucks and they are unable to tell me whether or not i am going to be hired because the people i have talked to haven't the slightest idea. bummer.
i watched oprah today and all i have to say is that Matthew McConaghey is neat. if i were to have to choose a favorite celebrity (which i haven't because i feel as though we put far too much time and energy into other people's affairs as a society) but if i had to choose i would probably consider him.
i went home this last weekend and tried to blog about it but ran into some trouble with the less than trustworthy internet connection. oh small town life. we have this memorial day weekend festival every year called boatnik and my favorite part about boatnik is revelling in the small town attitudes of the people i encounter. when i was little, boatnik was magic! now, it is lovingly referred to as "dirtnik" and i shall tell you why... boatnik is the weekend when all the mountain people come into town and drink with everyone in the park (this is significant because the park is the center of all boatnik celebration with stands and vendors and carnival rides). huge women in tube tops and more nipple rings on pot-bellied, shirtless, cut-off jeaned men than anyone ever needs to see in one lifetime. the weekend centers around boat races on the river and other small town activities. saturday morning boasts a parade that has changed very little in the twenty one years i have known it. no longer am i IN the parade, but now i have the privilege of sitting in the stands. most everyone else sits on the sidewalk, i only get the stands because of my last name. ahh, the wonder of being a Heater. also flashing my vip pass at the fancy tent with the best beef and beer that boatnik has to offer is a huge bonus. but back to the parade. having been in the parade as a small child with a pretty face, as the creative mind behind the theme one year, as a kiddie soccer player, as a d.a.r.e. graduate, and many years as a musician it is wonderful to just watch. my favorite part was when the latest democratic name in recent elections, along with his posse, walked down the street boasting their "garden of success." this would not necessarily be funny aside from the fact that they were armed with pitchforks. oh grants pass.
i have spent a significant amount of time in my car lately (not a cheap thing). i love driving. i love to sing really loud, dance, daydream, talk with God, take mental pictures, and think out loud. the one thing i lament is that the most wonderful words and sonnets always come to me in the car. what the heck am i supposed to do with these? i can barely even remember to turn in papers that i have already written. how the heck should i be able to remember a sonnet? aye me.
i will leave you with a few words (inspiration courtesy of dumbledore):
juicy, frankfurter, cotton