When your car smells like chicken.

Have you ever sat and thought about why you think about things? Like, how your thought processes flit from thing to thing and you find yourself contemplating things like how if Ira Glass is a morning person or more of a night owl? Like, where do I get things like that? Why am I thinking about the host/producer of a top rated PRI radio show in the first place and what does it matter? I was thinking about how I am a night person, and how I was on a roll last night and caught up on all the This American Life episodes that I've been neglecting on my ipod, since I have an ipod dock in my room and all. Then I was thinking about, I wonder if Ira Glass gets a lot of work done inthe morning or at night, I get nothing done in the morning, and I do everything I need (and do not need to do, as in update this and listen to This American Life) at night.
That's how my thought process went.
And that was an easy one.

Earlier today I was vacuuming out my car. Now, I could care less if my car was vacuumed or not, and in general I really despise the whole process of doing it. But my mother was adamant about me doing it and so I was today, and it had gotten rather dirty. Crumbs and broken leaves everywhere, for a moment as I was lying on my stomach vacuuming the edges underneath my seats I started to think about how my car smelled like chicken. That is a little unfortunate, that my car smelled like chicken, because chicken is not really a smell you want to linger. When you're hungry and in a restaurant or are preparing chicken of some sort, the aroma of chicken is a nice, pleasant sort of thing; but, when you ate chicken in your car about four days ago the smell of chicken isn't quite as welcoming, it's kind of disgusting. And a reminder that I eat way too much chicken.
As I was contemplating not eating in my car anymore (which, I won't do) I also got to thinking about this one time, last summer, when I was hanging out with Sara. It was a day we went to Newport, probably the last time I was at the levee, and Fred was drunk and wanted to hang out after we were done. I remember we got taco bell and ate it in the parking lot, and then called Fred a bunch of times, but he didn't answer because he was asleep. The car smelled like beans and processed taco meat. We hung out, I guess, for a little while. Fred was a grump, and Sara was with Jason, and we drove Jason home because he didn't want to walk. And complained a bunch about the car, and how it smelled like Taco Bell.

And so I started thinking about last summer, and how things were so different. Sara and Jason, working at wendy's. All the things that were different, before August. Before Andee happened (at all) and when we used to watch movies in Fred's basement with Sara and Jason. I think this also was in my head because we watched The Devil and Daniel Johnston last night, I had forgotten how good it was, and the last time we watched it was one of those times. I feel like things are so much more forced now, and I don't know why that is. Maybe I make Fred nervous because of how upset the whole Andee debacle made me, I don't know, but things are very different feeling. We don't hang out alone, almost ever, like we used to. Not that now is bad, because it isn't. Now is just fine, it's just weird that it's changed, but we aren't doing anything differently. I don't know what the change actually is, and I'm not unhappy with our friendship now, I'm really happy we're friends, that's all I mean. I just hate that there were times when we kinda weren't.

It's also weird, how different Sara is now. And it's good. She's in college, and it's weird to think that she ever dated someone like Jason, and just before that someone like Wes, who more or less fell off the face of the planet. It's weird. Because I can't say I'm any different. I have the same friends now that I did then, and nothing drastic happened to me.
But, it did, because it happened to them.

Thought Processes are weird.


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All my talk about Hans Brinker the other night, and I came across this amazing ad campaign for a hostelish motel in Amsterdam, and if I ever go to Amsterdam (as a fairly young, brave person) I'd like to stay there. just because they're ad campaign is hilariously brilliant.


Anyhow.
I have to go finish my CDs now.