Kyle’s Blog

I was walking up a set of stairs onto a mezzanine full of rows and rows of costumes. I took a look around me and I was in some kind of warehouse with well dressed workers, who I guessed were tailors walking around hurriedly. Before I could gather my wits I was in a mini van driving through a two lane highway in a generic place I can only call “the country” with two charming French girls, and one of my friends. I wasn’t quite sure which friend it was, but judging how comfortable I felt in the van I knew it was a friend. The girls began talking in an English French compilation… like the equivalent to “Spanglish”. I smiled at the girl sitting in the back of the van, and within a blink she was next to me on the bench seat, seated at the window smiling back and started laughing with her friend who was driving. With another blink the scenery changed to being bit more residential and the sun started setting. I was now leaned forward towards the front seat with my right arm wrapped around the girl, apparently we had taken care of that initial “I like you, you like me” stage. We pulled into the driveway of my deceased grandparents in Fullerton, CA. When I stepped out of the van the girls and my friend seemed to not be with me anymore. I stood outside looking at the brown on white house confused and knowing in my dream that my grandparents were dead, but I heard laughter from the backyard. I was still in state of bewilderment as I reached for the door knob, opened the front door and walked into the foyer of the house that was normally associated with hugs and kisses from my grandmother. I walked slowly through the living room to see my sister and a few of my cousins running around in the backyard, with the older folks sitting down talking on the limited patio furniture. I back pedaled slowly towards the front door only to be stopped by the sound of a tv coming from the rooms on my left. I walked down the darker than usual hallway and peered into the guest room where my cousin Aaron was laying down watching tv. I quickly walked across the door to the other guest room and noticed about 8 makeshift beds laid out for what I thought were to be used by my cousins, myself, and the van full of good looking French women and my friend. All I could think was that I needed to get out of this house, but I seemed drawn into the bathroom. When I walked in, the bathroom wasn’t the same at all, it was much larger and had what looking like millions of dollars worth of electronics, monitors, wires etc. On an elevated platform I saw an enclosed bed, and I knew it was my grandfather, and I couldn’t bare to look at him. My head drooped and I felt extremely vunerable and uncomfortable. I heard rustling to my right to see my grandmother and her hands and knees putting a wooden boat together, and I knelt down beside her. She turned to me looking completely distraught and unkept asking me if I wanted to keep this wooden boat that my Uncle didn’t have time to finish. While I would have no desire to ever assemble this wooden boat, I felt if I didn’t accept it, that it would break her heart.

I was woken up by my cell phone ringing. It was Jimmy telling me that he couldn’t water down the ammunition magazines out on the main deck because a few of the guys were painting the decks. I said okay, hung up, closed my eyes, and immediately fell back asleep.

The phone rings again the the way it vibrated on the nightstand made me shoot out of a dead sleep. It was my boss asking (telling) me to draft up a gunnery exercise brief for when we get underway, so that it’s ready to go. It makes sense now, but at the time I was just groggy, grouchy, and upset that my mornings are always interrupted by phone calls. I told him I’d go in today and draft it up.

I shifted my legs, half stretching under the covers and noticed that the leg workout yesterday did indeed have an effect. I sat up in bed immediately thinking about how upset I was last night, how frustrated I get with my current situation, and how I feel that my problems are my problems and nobody else. I thought about how tired I was of singing the same story, and how I wish I had something interesting to tell Ashley. I stood up and made my way the the bathroom, wobbling and swerving more than I’d expected, I had only had two drinks last night… I’ll just blame it on the workout. I was aware of my face wearing a grimace at the mere thought of going into work as I put my hand on the wall to steady myself as I used the toilet.

I looked into the mirror at a ghastly sight of pure discontent, but decided not to let work take over my morning or my day… or at least try. I walked back into the room and grabbed my bose sound dock and set it on my chair facing the bathroom and started Broken Social Scene “You Forgot in People”. I started with wetting my face and applying the new shave lotion I invested in, which:
1. Smells better than menthol shaving cream
2. Doesn’t tear my face up
3. Is just so much cooler than a face full of white, puffy, and obnoxious foam
The shave didn’t take long at all. While I’ll admit that I hate shaving, I do enjoy rinsing the two day stubble off the razor into the sink and watching the little hairs going down the drain. I realized that I didn’t floss the day before, then rationalized that I never used to floss and that I at least thought of it today. Honestly until they started making those sticks with a band of floss attached them, I hated flossing. Seriously, sticking your own fingers into your mouth, cutting off circulation to them because you wrapped them around so tight… what a nuisance. My point is that the convenience of these floss stick things are wonderful, and now I really enjoy flossing. I flossed with extra vigor, and brushed feeling a nice tingle on my gums and teeth. I hopped into the shower and again gave myself a pat on the back for spending a few extra bucks to buy The Crew shampoo and body wash. Usually I think paying more money for products like that is obscene, but I was tired of smelling like kiwi strawberry funky girlie body wash, and this Crew product is amazing. 

I got out of the shower, dried off for the most part, and walked around for a bit air drying the rest. I thought that I’d write all this out to bore what little readers I had. French press coffee courtesy of Stumptown Coffee and Ashley was an order whenever I decided to put on some clothes.