friday night catalina, brendan, jarret, andi and i went out to a few parties and then we went to this hookah bar and smoked for free and thennnnn we started dancing. right in the middle of the place ( Read more... )

i'm so tired i could fall off my chair and onto the kid next to me. and just sleep ( Read more... )

the hills, oh the hills here are huge. everwhere you turn there is a slope. it's really incredible. something i have never witnessed before. the views of course are amazing. you can see for miles at the top of a hill.

I needed to smell her. She was gone and I needed to hold on to her-to feel her in some way. My mind couldn’t begin to comprehend death as a reality-as a real truth, but it did understand that smelling, for the moment, would take the place of touching and feeling her skin in the flesh. Instinctively my whole body knew what it had to do. Without ( Read more... )

last night i was walking downtown to meet some friends so we can go to the "harvest party." i'm walking along, listening to my i-pod and ahead of me i see some druggie with a cardboard sign pacing up and down the street. i've learned that there are differences between a druggie and a homeless person, so i'm still not alarmed because i've seen them ( Read more... )

A few minutes ago I heard these awful mechanical noises coming from the windows in my bedroom. My body immediately went into fight or flight mode and I looked around, searching for some crazy robot or something that was about to eat me ( Read more... )

whenever i do so something here (it doesn't matter what it is - i could be shaking someone's hand) my friends are like "THAT'S HOW THEY DO IT IN 'BAMA ( Read more... )

what i want is to sit around in a room and listen to interpol and karate and maybe even in da gadda da vita and just talk with people i love ( Read more... )

adam told me that i was "throwing a craze" last night ( Read more... )

My father and I share a bond over telephone wires. Just me and him. Me and him. Daddy and Claire. But the telephone isn’t reality. I only have a little piece of him. I know this Christmas when I see him it won’t ever be right again. After a phone conversation sometimes I am reminded of what a loving and dedicated father he was for certain periods ( Read more... )