Yo.... it's all good....
Even though I have MASSIVE AMOUNTS of Impending Doom (a.k.a. homework) floating threateningly right above my head.... I feel soooooooooooooo laid back right now. Mah southern lovin' is showing through. I know I only spent three years in the south, but I wanna go back SO FRIGGIN BAD.
I lie in my bed listening to the rain and remember walking outside barefoot during the sudden summer rainstorms that would pour huge amounts of water on my little town, Ocean springs. (Right next to Biloxi, yo.) I miss the sound of the thunder, only sometimes accompanied by lightning that I could see. I miss the hot, muggy nights where the humidity in the air would wrap itself around you like a heavy second skin. I even miss the huge friggin bugs.
The spanish moss would hang from the massive, gnarled branches of the naval live oaks, sometimes coming so low to the ground that my 12-year-old self could climb up into the tree without having to scramble up the trunk. I miss the muddy brown water of the mississippi where it poured into the Sound, and all the barrier islands. I miss the bald cypresses in the bayou and the gators that would eye me lazily, trying to decide if I was worth moving from their spot in the sun and always deciding that I wasn't.
I remember walking down what passed for Main street in Ocean springs during the autumn art festival, held in honor of a local artist whose name escapes me at the moment, with all the booths and the fresh food.
In other news... well, there really isn't any other news, and perhaps I shall go do something productive now. later, y'all.
I lie in my bed listening to the rain and remember walking outside barefoot during the sudden summer rainstorms that would pour huge amounts of water on my little town, Ocean springs. (Right next to Biloxi, yo.) I miss the sound of the thunder, only sometimes accompanied by lightning that I could see. I miss the hot, muggy nights where the humidity in the air would wrap itself around you like a heavy second skin. I even miss the huge friggin bugs.
The spanish moss would hang from the massive, gnarled branches of the naval live oaks, sometimes coming so low to the ground that my 12-year-old self could climb up into the tree without having to scramble up the trunk. I miss the muddy brown water of the mississippi where it poured into the Sound, and all the barrier islands. I miss the bald cypresses in the bayou and the gators that would eye me lazily, trying to decide if I was worth moving from their spot in the sun and always deciding that I wasn't.
I remember walking down what passed for Main street in Ocean springs during the autumn art festival, held in honor of a local artist whose name escapes me at the moment, with all the booths and the fresh food.
In other news... well, there really isn't any other news, and perhaps I shall go do something productive now. later, y'all.