Me: "Blah blah ...cuz there's no way I'm not moving back to Portland."

Grandma: "Well who knows, you might meet the love of your life down here, blah blah blah.."

Me: "Yea fuckin right! If she's not willing to move back to Portland for me she's obviously not the love of my life."

I swear I was born with stars in my eyes. Since I can remember I've always felt like I was meant to do something I would be remembered for.

Maybe that's just my ego getting the best of me..

Open eyes ( Read more... )

You know that's not true. I can't turn off who I am.

All I can hope for, is that I learn along the way.

It seems to me that the motto, "treat others how you'd like to be treated," has long been forgotten ( Read more... )

I'm sitting on the bus listening to Something About Airplanes. Listening to them makes me so happy ( Read more... )

..I think a little would help me along the way ( Read more... )

It's amazing that time made our voices weak, and growing older only seemed to increase the number of times our teeth met with worn knuckles, as confused as we now understand our one time idols to be. Idols we are now old enough to see are just as human as us ( Read more... )

"Should You Return" by Copeland gives me goosebumps.

I haven't felt that from a song in so long.

So, 90% chance I'll be moving to California for a year, maybe 2. Not 3 months as originally planned...

Scary thought, but a good oppourtunity.