I expected the moment the Red Sox made the final out of the season to be so much more. I thought it was going to be one of those "Where were you when this happened?" moments. A celebration that I would never forget. I thought it was going to be something I could talk to people about forever, even my grandchildren. But the final out (actually the ( Read more... )

I missed most of the debate for my guitar lesson. Story of my life. At least I still have the daily show.

I wrote a good entry before but it was erased. Maybe some other time.

( same old stupid livejournal bullshit )

Standing on the moon ( Read more... )

It's days like these when I wish I was a little cleverer, a little brighter, just a little better.

My left arm is shot. Whenever I try to grab anything with my hand I get a shot of pain up my arm. This sucks so much. I guess I shouldn't practice guitar as much as I have been.

"One question I've been repeatedly asked these past few weeks is, "How do I want to be remembered?" My answer has been simple: to be remembered at all is pretty special."- Cal Ripken Jr.

This summer was...jamming and playing ping pong with Ian in Maine...exploring and subsequently getting lost in Venice on my own...riding bikes in Lucca...seeing beautiful churches (for a while I knew a God existed, but now I forget) and climbing towers in Sienna, Montereggioni, Florence and Volterra...incredible villa in the hills of chianti to ( Read more... )

Something must be wrong with me when all I can look forward to is falling asleep again.

While I was waiting outside my dorm at Stanford for my Uncle's limo to take me to the airport, I had practically every personal item needed (for me) to survive lying at my feet. A suitcase full of clothes, a guitar, a guitar amplifier, $300+, credit card, cell phone et al. I looked around at the beautiful scenery that is East Campus Drive (which ( Read more... )