Of Iron Bands, Diamond Rings, and an Elephant in a Purse

Trust me, I've seen weirder titles, but lets get straight down to business...

Of Iron Bands

Well, ladies and gents, it'll come, with no surprise of course, that, after this summer, the Pankuchs, this one in particular, will come upon rather difficult times. My mother starts working on becoming a teacher which, in turn, mean lots of classes, no chauffeur, and a very grumpy parental figure. This lamentable event will, unfortunately, lead to my father also being grumpy. Constantly. My sister, in turn, will become very angsty at the fact that both of her parents are grumpy and seclude herself in her room talking to her friends via instant messanger and slowly, but surely, become EMO. My brother, and his new fiance, will, in turn, avoid being home as much as possible thus leaving me by myself to cringe, groan, and wish I was out partying con mis amigos, and wait! The best is yet to come.

A sudden realization happened upon me today while I was talking with my good friend S.T.W. We, as in me and my multiple personalities of course, are about to tread upon very thin ice, my friends. I am about to encounter things I may, in fact, not be ready for and forced into situations that I, most likely, am not, at present, ready to handle. This should come to no surprise to you all as I do have a knack for finding trouble. I am making decisions in my life that some will like, some won't, but, despite who likes them and who doesn't, these decisions will push me to my limits and, frankly, I'm rather intrigued by it all. It won't be a close relationship and it won't be long distance unless I make it that way. To be with her, I would have to sacrifice a great many things in order to come up with the money it will take to get a car as well as some other necessities that come along with a vehicle. Am I truly ready for that? That is a question I have the summer to answer, but I feel as if my mind is already made up and I'm not telling. So there. :P

Of Diamond Rings

Don't worry, I haven't gone asking anyone to marry me or anything like that, but my brother has. He and his girlfriend of three years have finally decided to tie the mother pheasant plucking knot. It's about bloody time, if you ask me, but then again you didn't. I have no idea when or where, but I do know that it will be a RATHER GOOD TIME! And, maybe I'll get to bring a date....hmm...That would be MORE exciting....Yes, yes indeed it would. I'm very proud of him. I like to think of us more as really good friends who have lived together all of their lives rather than brothers. Keeps things real between us, you know?

Of an Elephant in a Purse

This one goes out to a great little friend of mine named Cory. We had the longest, and most intricate conversation about why mothers seem to know everything and have everything in their purses. We imagined that they had elephants, George Washington's wooden teeth, a lock of George W. Bush's hair, a basketball court, a firework, an alligator as well as a myriad of other objects that you could, or couldn't, imagine. He brought to light a lot of things for me, that boy. He taught me what being a kid is really like. That maybe there's a life out there filled with complete and total imaginative insanity; just how I like it. Maybe I could do it. If my mother had an elephant in her purse than maybe I could pull this thing off. Maybe, just maybe, I would be able to find a way to do this thing. To show my friends that I am changed and I am no longer who I was. Well I am, except a whole lot cooler and WAY less of the lesser of a mule's parental figures. ;) Maybe I could find a way to let my friends know that I do know that they care and that I CARE TOO! Maybe I can find a way to make everything work. To keep her close to me and let her know what she means to me. To stay true to who I am and play a little volleyball along the way.

*looks at his pocket watch and tips his hat. He begins to walk away. he stops and turns around.*

To fly.

*He fades into the soft, summer night rain. You can hear the soft humming of a familiar tune*

I'll go wherever you will go...