fire or ice?

I am currently sitting with a box of stuff in my lap. What kind of stuff you ask? Kickass stuff! Stuff that would only be kickass to me and a few other key people however. I have a bunch of old letters one of my friends sent me from utah, senior pictures of various people, my two only yearbooks (one from sixth grade and the other from freshman year), a notebook that my wench and I used to pass between classes throughout senior year (that one actually brought tears to my eyes, damn women anyway). I found a bunch of old fantasy ideas I had written back in high school and an old memory book from mcevoy. I reread the old memory book and it sooo took me back. On one of the pages you were supposed to write who your best friend was and I put jennifer deloach, because she would always have my back in a fight. Interesting reasoning for a twelve year old girl huh?

I'm feeling so nostalgic right now. I'm tempted to gather up the box and take it over to my brother's so we can go thru it together and do the reminiscing thing. I am a bundle of emotions right now. I can feel them roiling thru me, fighting for dominance. I'm kinda curious to see which one will win out. I'm content with that right now though. It beats the hell out of the remote and detached way I have been feeling. I want to sit in a boat and trail my fingers thru the water and be absorbed in the patterns of ripples that I created. I want to rip my clothes off and transform into some kind of wild being and run howling into the woods. I want to burst into tears. I want to sing at the top of my lungs. I want to have a philosophical discussion with a french fry and dance with a star. I'm so conflicted right now and I am entranced with the complexity and immersed in the pleasure it brings.

I need a thunderstorm and it would be absolutely perfect.