I’m Talkin’
I’m talkin’ Star Wars
I’m talkin’ Yoda and Vader
I'm talkin’ the Force, the Dark Side, and Emperor Palpatine
I’m talkin’ Anakin, the Prophecy, the Chosen One, and Luke
I’m talkin’ betrayal, romance, redemption, action, and an epic space opera
I’m talkin’ Star Wars
I’m talkin’ Star Wars
I’m talkin’ Yoda and Vader
I'm talkin’ the Force, the Dark Side, and Emperor Palpatine
I’m talkin’ Anakin, the Prophecy, the Chosen One, and Luke
I’m talkin’ betrayal, romance, redemption, action, and an epic space opera
I’m talkin’ Star Wars
The Perfect Day
The perfect day would start waking up at 5 A.M. to climb Mission Peak. I would finally reach the top, sweat dripping down my forehead, exhausted, but it would all be worth it when I see the sun rising over the San Francisco Peninsula. I then go to eat a nice breakfast with ham bacon, and toast. I finish up and go to meet my girlfriend at the beach in Santa Cruz. We go for a walk along the ocean shore, water sweeping up over our feet, and then returning to the ocean. We lay down on the beach, sun gently warming our backs, a gentle breeze cooling us, the calming scent of salt water intoxicating us, our arms wrapped around one another, keeping each other close. We wake up around noon and get some lunch. We make sandwiches on the beach and enjoy the time together, laughing and smiling. We then go and take a swim in the ocean, letting the waves crash into our bodies, rocking us back and forth, back and forth. We dry off and I take her home, it’s around 5 P.M. now. I call up my friend Justin and tell him we are going bowling. We get to the alley, an aroma overtakes our senses: pizza, chili cheese fries, and Monster. We get our food and head to the lanes, we put our shoes on and get our balls. The shoes were old, and clearly used. They had scuff marks, and were worn down. I grab a maroon ten pound ball. It has an awkward lump, so I grab a similar one but smoother. We bowl three games, all of them very close, Making us do better every time. We then decide to do one more game, but we can only bowl with our left hands. It was a total disaster, balls in other lanes, half of our throws were gutterballs, but it didn’t matter because we had fun and made fun of each other for doing so terribly. We go to leave through the conjoining bar, when we see pool tables, so we stop to play a quick game. I rack the balls, and he breaks. Four games later we decide it’s late, and we need to get home. He drops me off at my place, and we go our separate ways. I go inside my house, lay in my bed, close my eyes, and let the silences and exhaustion take over and drift me away to a place where every day is a perfect day.
The perfect day would start waking up at 5 A.M. to climb Mission Peak. I would finally reach the top, sweat dripping down my forehead, exhausted, but it would all be worth it when I see the sun rising over the San Francisco Peninsula. I then go to eat a nice breakfast with ham bacon, and toast. I finish up and go to meet my girlfriend at the beach in Santa Cruz. We go for a walk along the ocean shore, water sweeping up over our feet, and then returning to the ocean. We lay down on the beach, sun gently warming our backs, a gentle breeze cooling us, the calming scent of salt water intoxicating us, our arms wrapped around one another, keeping each other close. We wake up around noon and get some lunch. We make sandwiches on the beach and enjoy the time together, laughing and smiling. We then go and take a swim in the ocean, letting the waves crash into our bodies, rocking us back and forth, back and forth. We dry off and I take her home, it’s around 5 P.M. now. I call up my friend Justin and tell him we are going bowling. We get to the alley, an aroma overtakes our senses: pizza, chili cheese fries, and Monster. We get our food and head to the lanes, we put our shoes on and get our balls. The shoes were old, and clearly used. They had scuff marks, and were worn down. I grab a maroon ten pound ball. It has an awkward lump, so I grab a similar one but smoother. We bowl three games, all of them very close, Making us do better every time. We then decide to do one more game, but we can only bowl with our left hands. It was a total disaster, balls in other lanes, half of our throws were gutterballs, but it didn’t matter because we had fun and made fun of each other for doing so terribly. We go to leave through the conjoining bar, when we see pool tables, so we stop to play a quick game. I rack the balls, and he breaks. Four games later we decide it’s late, and we need to get home. He drops me off at my place, and we go our separate ways. I go inside my house, lay in my bed, close my eyes, and let the silences and exhaustion take over and drift me away to a place where every day is a perfect day.