Saturday, June 27, 2009

Yes!!!!

As of today, my debt to society has been paid!!! I'm so happy and proud of myself, lol. I worked 64 1/2 hours this week!

So blistered feet, little sleep and 16 hour work days really paid off :).


My plans shall be set in motion as of tomorrow :)

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Vagrancy

Vagrancy Day One:
It's 10:00 at night right now. It's been 13 hours since waking up and making the influenced decision to move out of Audra & Matt's house. I'm at the Living Word Bible Church, or "Boob church" as the locals like to call it. My plan is to sleep here for the next week or two, until my parents come, which is hopefully soon. Since I'm able to do my community service here, I'm pretty sure it's a great idea to squat here. If i go to sleep when the church closes and I'll get enough sleep to wake up when they close again. I can then work from that time until it closes once again, and get a good 14-16 hour work day. They also feed me a sandwich sometime during the day, and I have three granola bars left, so food is taken care of. I have somewhere to sleep, spend my time, and my community service should be done by Sunday or so. I have a trash bag full of clothes and my possessions include a deodorant, shoes, some items of meaning which are A day of silence card, a picture taken at prom of Haley, Connor, Christine, and myself, a book of matches, a lighter and my ipod, and 2 dollars to my name. Possession wise I have little, if nothing. But somehow I'm okay with what I'm doing and the decision I've made. I'm preparing for the lifestyle that I will undoubtedly have. This is a random thought, but when I close my eyes all I can hear is life around me. The ceaseless chirp of crickets, the wind rustling the leaves of trees, and I can feel the brightness of the moon upon my face. When I close my eyes I see dots play across my eyelids as if in some crazy dance. I should get going. So long; David Allen Lindsey.


Vagrancy Day Two:I was stopped by the police today. When I woke up, I had gone over to a wall to sit on and smoke a cigarette. After I had finished it, a cop pulls up and flashes his lights. I hopped down and he said someone called in because they thought I was smoking pot. So we start this 10 minute tirade of him accusing me of smoking weed whilst going through my meager possessions. After his search was in vain, he asks me when I was doing out here, If i had a home to go to, etc. I tell him I do and that I had walked here to do community service which then gets him to go to his computer to look up my crime. I had lied about my age so he didn't write me a ticket for smoking underage, so he couldn't find any record of me in the system, and after awhile of him asking my birthday over and over again, and talking shit about how I look like I slept outside and whatnot, I just asked if I could be on my way, since I wasn't smoking pot and that's what he came there for anyway. He sighed and told me to stop smoking and sped away in his cruiser. So I guess that was the scary event of today, and it's made me decide to sleep in a park today, so the church doesn't find out about me living on their property. My feet are hurting immensely right now because I didn't have socks and blood blisters had formed in every part of my shoe where skin touches crease and nook. I worked 16 hours today; I've cleaned bathrooms, vacuumed, swept, picked up numerous pieces of trash all while hearing people talk about their prejudiced beliefs. Instead of a sandwich, they fed me some pasta today which was pretty filling and I was grateful for it. Meh, I dunno... I like this lifestyle, I'm as independent as I've always wanted to be (Don't get me wrong though, my parents have always been very lenient.), but not being able to shower is really taking its toll. I REALLY want a shower right now. I got a lot of slivers in my back and arms when I slept last night from the wood floor. Sigh, I'm okay I just need more sleep and less work hours haha. Ive gotta go and try to sleep. Goodnight.


Vagrancy Day Three:
I went home today to get some socks that I left, and they asked me to come back home. I've decided to stay and just be sort of comfortable before I go to boot camp, no matter how much I feel like a burden. I'm about to go to sleep, I've got work in the morning. This is probably my last entry. Goodnight.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Strangers

So yesterday I went to the church for community service, and I had been awake for 34 hours by the time I was done. On my way home, I decided to go to Kristina's house to see if I could borrow her guitar for a couple weeks, but she wasn't there and when I jumped the fence to get to her apartments by tire deflated. (It doesn't have a hole or anything, I think the pressure was just taken out when the bike hit the ground.)

So 8 hours of work, 34 hours without sleep, and a flat tire which I have to walk home 2 miles. On my walk home, I was just listening to music when I saw a car suddenly get a flat ahead of me. They pulled into a parking lot, and I ran over there because 2 of my things on my list of 100 are to change a tire and help a complete stranger out.

When I got there, I introduced myself and asked him if I could help him change his tire. He lets me and as we change the tire we start talking. I tell him I'm joining the Air Force in a couple of weeks and he tells me that he's a vet and was in the Air Force, Navy, and Army. He fought in the Korean War, Vietnam War, and Desert Storm. We talk for awhile about all of this and he gives me advice on how to go through the military. After the tire was changed I thanked him and told him about my list of 100 things I wanted to do this summer which explained why I was there helping him in the first place. He pulled out a 20 dollar bill, and tried to hand it to me, which I refused and told him all I wanted was to shake his hand. He was adamant and said "Either I throw this on the ground, or you take it for helping an old man remember his life." I relented and shook his hand and asked him if there was anything at all I could do for him. He told me that while I'm in the military, to write him. So he gave me his address and I told him I would try to write him :).


So from a shitty sleep-deprived day to an exchange of stories between two strangers. I can't wait to write this man while I'm in. He inspires me and I hope that someday I could help him in someway.


-David

Thursday, June 18, 2009

As of today

I'm $210 closer to leaving. I should be done in about 8 days from now. :)


I'll miss my childhood and everyone who was in it.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Pre-Dawn Wonderment

Time and time again, I feel as if I'm looking at myself and my actions from a 3rd person point-of-view. Previously I only felt this way when I was ashamed, embarassed, or angry. Now I'm beginning to feel as though this person inside of me, this soul that is buried so deep within my conscious is beginning to bloom and shape the person I feel destined to become. I begin to see life in a new hue of vibrant color, a blossoming of chance and opportunity. When I act, I'm beginning to see patterns of where those actions will take me in my future. I'm no saint, I'm no saviour, but I feel that I can influence and inspire the people around me to do better. Better for themselves, better for their family, or better in any way they choose to see the situation. I always ask myself "What's good?" As in all situations, there is no black and white in this world. So no, I will not judge what actions my own personal sphere of gravitation my fellow man is drawn towards make. If I inspire some to change the habits they feel is bad, or if I inspire some to change to do something you or I would feel is wrong I see it the same way anyone would: I take solace in the fact that they simply changed. I can't control someones' life, nor do I have the desire to. I just want to go through my life helping people make the decision to make a better way through this epic journey for themselves, in any way they see fit.

As dawn approaches, I will take a moment to wonder where my life is headed. Who am I going to meet? Who am I going to love? Who am I going to be?


I'm not sure if any of this made sense, but I just needed to transcribe my feelings once again. If you have any advice for me, leave a comment

Always yours,

David

Friday, June 5, 2009

My list of 100 things to do this summer

1. Learn to ride my motorcycle

2. Go on a motorcycle ride w/ Weston

3. Go Salt River Tubing

4. Smoke Hookah

5. Run from the apartment to Tempe Town Lake

6. Go on my bike ride around the Beeline Highway

7. Bike to South Mountain and up it.

8. Go to a beach in California (Done)

9. Read 10 books

10. Volunteer (Done)

11. Quit Smoking (Update: Cravings are going down :))

12. Go to Sun Splash

13. Take Annie for a walk (Done)

14. Hang out w/ Robert before he leaves (Done)

15. Hang out w/ Weston before he leaves (Done)

16. Finish those 5 Philosophy Books

17. Go to Bookmans' (Done)

18. Ride the Light-rail, get off at every stop to explore the area

19. Go to Phoenix (Done)

20. Go down Van Buren st.

21. Find any Community Activities to Participate in (Done)

22. Get a "Fuck you, you fucking fuckers" T-Shirt.

23. Graduate (Done)

24. Have a 3.2 GPA for my Senior Year (Done)

25. Help out 7 different strangers

26. Host a party (Done)

27. Find something cool; a knick knack or something

28. Draw something (Done)

29. Buy Sidewalk Chalk

30. Use Sidewalk Chalk

31. Go Swimming (Done)

32. Go Fishing

33. Get a Job (Done)

34. Get a haircut

35. Get a Non-Serious Girlfriend

36. See Robert's Baby

37. Go to Mexico

38. Say goodbye to my friends and family (Done)

39. Take a summer class

40. Learn how to play the guitar better (Done)

41. Play the drums in matts' band.

42. Go to Las Vegas.

43. Go to the Grand Canyon

44. Go to the Canyon near Page

45. Stargaze

46. Leave a secret in a Post-Secret Book.

47. Flip off a Police Officer

48. Drink a 40 oz. in 40 minutes (Done)

49. Play Edward 40-Hands

50. Have a serious conversation with Christine before I leave (Done)

51. Go to the Zoo

52. See Frank in California (Done)

53. Sabotage somebody's plans

54. Win 3 times in a row at Beer-Pong

55. Lose 10 pounds

56. Try Yoga

57. Pick a direction to start walking and see how far I can go

58. Buy a camera

59. Use a camera(Done)

60. Delete my Myspace (Done)

61. Delete my AIM Buddy-List(Done)

62. Pay off my ticket ($350 less as of 6/21.)

63. Ride my Motorcycle to California

64. Fix my Motorcycle

65. Buy a Journal(Done)

66. Attempt Rock-Climbing (Done)

67. Write some prose (Done)

68. Find a preferred writing style (Done)

69. Fix the Computers in Storage

70. Sell the Computers in Storage

71. Laugh hysterically (Done)

72. Meet somebody new (Done)

73. Talk to Frank about enrolling in college(Done)

74. Plan a Budget for Traveling (Done)

75. Play a pick-up game of Basketball

76. Play a game of Football

77. Write a poem(Done)

78. Create an original short story

79. Ride on a boat

80. Get Drunk (Done)

81. See fireworks

82. Set off fireworks

83. Kiss a girl (Done)

84. Make as few promises about future communication as possible (Done)

85. Go on an adventure (Done)

86. Go hiking (Done)

87. Help someone change a tire. (Done)

88. Give advice to someone who needs it (Done)

89. Ask Matt and Audra if we can Couch-Host (Done)

90. Fast for a day

91. Solve an urgent problem (Done)

92. Spot an animal in the Desert (Done)

93. Run a 7 minute or faster mile

94. Learn a new skill (Done)

95. Get Christine's Mailing Address(Done)

96. Get the Phone-numbers of 3 high-school friends(Done)

97. Look at College prospects(Done)

98. Go to a college party

99. Encourage Matt & Audra to eat healthier(Done)

100. Feel Free


And there you have it. My list of 100 things to do this summer.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

I felt something new today.

Today, I felt like an adult for the first time in my life. It hit me that I'm done with highschool, the first part of my life, and i'm beginning to make decisions that are vital to my future by myself (although I admit I had help from a friend). I was going for a run, and when I was out there, I kept seeing people my age, and whatnot. But it feels as if I'm not a kid anymore. I don't have someone looking out for me, I don't have someone who always has my back. I'm my own person as of today. I'm beginning to think of my future more often, and of how much of an impact decisions now have on the outcome of my life.

I'm starting to figure that 20 years from now, i'll be more upset with shit I didn't do, than being 'secure' with second hand decisions made. I don't know what to do with myself, but I know that tomorrow I'm going to sign up for my volunteering, and hope I land a good cause.

I still haven't gotten around to putting up my list of 100 things I want to do this summer, but i'll try to post it later tonight.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Summer Time


So, I'm pretty sure this is the best summer I have ever had. And it's only about 2 weeks in. Let me walk you through my summer thus far:
Thursday, May 21st: I graduated from highschool, My parents and brother, whom live out of state came to the ceremony, I saw my friend Robert who had not been at school the last month.

Friday: Hung out with Frank and my parents. Went bowling. That night I went to a house party with my friend Weston, and it was alright, sort of lame but meh; it had beer, people(too many), and music. We hung out there for like an hour or two, just drinking and smoking. We decide to leave, and head to Tempe. We drove around looking for parking, found a spot and decided to walk up a mountain that was decorated by the local college. We walked all the way up, and it was just.. inspiring. We just sat and talked about life and growing up and whatnot. We decide then to go around the back side of the mountain (we jumped a fence), and we sat on this little cliff face with our feet dangling off the sides for a good 15 minutes. After this moment we decide to live a little and ended up doing something that probaly could've gotten us jail time. I would love to detail it, but... I breathed in the essence of the human's rebellious spirit.

Saturday: Hung around the house, rested, played Fable II with my dad all day. At around like... midnight I get a call from Taylor, and I spend the next hour trying to get a hold of her, until I finally do at about 1:00. She invited me to a party she was throwing, so I finally got my brother to take me, and at about 2:30 we got there. We played beer pong (one game which me and my friend christine lost). I Drank some peach schnapps, about another 3-4 beers, danced to some music, got an awesome back massage, talked about life and living until about 7:30 in the morning, and then slept til about noon on sunday. Went home, couldn't sleep anymore so I just hung around the house.

Fast forward to.... Thursday: Me and Christine hung out, I showed her my little slice of heaven, we went to an arts and crafts store, had some nice smoothies which she paid for (awesome coz i'm poor as shit), then I went home.

Friday: Went to Weston's Going-Away/Graduation Party. We had Hot Dogs, swam in a pool, and just relaxed as we thought about how our highschool lives were done and over with.

Saturday: Hung around with Matt and Audra, until around 11:50, Weston picked me up to take me to his house , so we could leave in the morning for California. At like 2:00 i couldn't sleep so I called a friend, then talked to her until like 3. (I attempted to solidify feelings that seemed mutual between the two of us, but alas, our lives are moving in two different directions at this moment in time.)

Sunday: Drove to California, made it there at 1:00, and we spend about 2 1/2 hours trying to find Venice Beach. We finally did, and we just hung around watching the waves, riding bikes on the beach walkway which was nice and relaxing, watched a few pick up basketball games and there was a weed laws reform group on the beach playing music and just hanging around. It was nice to just relax and feel the beat of the drums vibrate through my skin into the veins and up into my heart. We walked on the pier, and watched people fish and what have you. We saw a seal which was neat.

Monday: Today me and Weston went to Magic Mountain. It was a whirlwind of thirst, losing my voice, screaming, talking to mutual strangers (BTW, every woman in California is fucking fine, And my self esteem went up as more than a few flirted with me.). We went on just about every ride, and had a hell of a time. After this we left for the hotel. When we got to the hotel, we called Frank and asked him to come see us and we just hung out and laughed about our future plans. I'm going to miss the hell out of him. And Weston, too.

Tuesday: Today we drove down to Oceanside (Where Frank is), and stayed on the beach for awhile, swimming and basking in the sunshine for a few hours until Frank was off of work, then we were with him for about an hour until we had to leave back to Arizona. The drive home was nice, but mostly uneventful. We were pulled over and I had the chance to giggle at the pawn in this game of chess the government plays so well.

So, all of memories aren't exactly the reason why it's going to be the best summer i've had so far but it's a mixture of them and my plans for this last summer of my youth that makes it. I have a list of 100 things I want to complete before I leave (I may post it later), My prospects of love have been higher than they ever have with the girl i'm enamoured with, I'm confident with where my life is headed, and I'm ready to become this ideal of a man i've had hatching in my brain for the past 17 years.