The week in Mandarin is over; it's back to Riverside.

I really, really don't want to go home.

Good things about this week: swimming, getting a tan(!), making three extremely close friends, living the life of luxury, smoking cigarettes above the river at night, listening to the nighttime bugs singing in the trees, most of Sunday, skinny dipping ( Read more... )

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i went on vacation, and then i came home ( Read more... )

today i went into work for the last time until july 29.

29 - 12 = 17 days. i haven't been away from a job for that long since i went to europe two years ago.

i fly to the british virgin islands on thursday. that is the 15th.

15 - 12 = 3 days.

i'm getting slowly, steadily more excited by the hour.

last night we drove to st. augustine beach to catch a couple of bands at cafe eleven. it was part of a skate park benefit show that went on all week: there was a punk night, an acoustic night, a hardcore night, a rock night. our evening was the "other" night, which made me pretty happy. punk, acoustic, hardcore, rock, "other." we arrived about one ( Read more... )

partially for the silencing of the ryan ( Read more... )

I hate divulging personal information somewhere like this, and every journal I have attempted has ended up being deleted before too long. I don't mean to get personal but I begin to write and the gates open and suddenly I have a screen full of shit that no one needs or wants to read. It's a little disgusting, really ( Read more... )