Yesterday was a most pleasant evening. I took a few hours' walk around the neighborhood ... everybody here is so friendly and polite. It's so much more refreshing than the blunt social aesthetic that pervades California. Personally, I find it difficult to be a brute when it comes to interaction with others, unless of course you deserve my attitude ( Read more... )

For some reason, everytime I pick up a pen to record something I find noteworthy, every word eludes me, and I am unable to remember what it was I previously so lucidly experienced. This is perhaps the one reason livejournal is "good." (I type at the speed of light ( Read more... )

Right now, I can't stop smiling about the time E. gave me the flower I already had.

I find it appropriate to tack on a P.S. after every journal entry as I often have more to say after I'm already done talking. Or typing ( Read more... )

Just for the record, my mom is cooler than yours. No, really. The other day, she randomly bought my brother and I a minidisc player. Completely out of the blue. Everybody together now ... 1... 2... 3... "Your mom rocks ( Read more... )

Day before yesterday morning, Gurdev uncle gave an unexpected visit, which was very cool. We kicked it off quite well despite having only seen each other once before in our lives ... ten years ago. He's quite the cool guy and I lament the fact of being distantly related, even then not by blood. He's one of the few adults I've met that actually ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I went to Mexico, or so the Texas Chainsaw Massacre guy told me. Both his accent and his facial expressions transported me back into a time when ghosts did not cross water and you minded your pa else he'd whip you with a metal hanger. Upon meeting him I was given the chills, and to be honest, as nice a guy as he seemed, I felt ( Read more... )

That old bio really has no more relevance to my being, and yet, I can't feel that it was so ... passionately written (was it? I can't remember now) that I don't have the heart to delete it ( Read more... )

I've given up making rules about what I will and will not do in the future (this was also the case a few months' travel into the past). As such, I can't remember how long it has been since livejournal crossed my mind. I also can't help but feel as if I'm turning into one of those assholes who stages dramatic exits only to return months later. ( Read more... )