It's weird being at home...weirder than usual, probably because for the first time the house feels really empty with my brother gone. While most times that I have visited or lived here in the past three plus years, my brother has been out with his freinds or cooped up in his room playing computer games and sulking at yet another argument with my ( Read more... )

A guy sitting at a table next to me just jerked off into his empty coffe cup in Cafe Milano :-(

After weeks of being distracted, I actaully got a decent amount of work done today at Cafe Milano. Wheather it was the Russian music they always play, the awsome tea I was drinking, or some other cosmic force...but I actaully did work. Furthermore, El came to find me part way throught he afternoon...him and I actauly did work too (El and I can ( Read more... )

For my 21st birthday i got the following guilfts ffrom my freinds: lots of alcohol, a wide variety of shot glasses, a very inapropriate TATU music video, a dildo, pot, and was promissed a vibrator...all in all - a true 21st bday celebration. This celebration actaully entailed getting my closest folk together at Jupiter's (a great beer, pizza, and ( Read more... )

It's been more than a week since my last update and it seems that I have managed to span the full spectrum of emotions in that time as well as manage to actually continue the clumsy comedy of my life. So since last I wrote, I have turned 21 (having been of this momentious age for 4 days now I have yet to get drunk, trashed, pissed, or smashed), ( Read more... )

Today was a very "Berkeley" day. It all started with me dressing up (skirt and all) for an interview for a teaching scholarship I've been recommended for. I showed up in Cafe Milano, where I practically live during the school year, at 9 am to get some work done for an hour before my 10 am interview. Barely 5 min after I got my tea and croisant, a ( Read more... )

When I was in Amsterdam, I spent a lot of time sitting on the banks of the Amstel, reading a book on religion given to me by Robert, and watching the people around me as I sipped whatever beer was on tap at the closest pub. I spent much of my time thinking and trying to take in my summer. I also started writing a journal on the blank pages of the ( Read more... )

Smells are a powerful reminder. Often even when we have forgotten the individual or the experience, a wiff of a perfume, a flower, even a certain food will instantaneously transport us back. Smells seem to control our subconscience, vividly reminding us of times in our lives that changed us in some significant way. I'm not a sensitive person, but ( Read more... )

I haven't written in weeks and wasn't even planning to write now. I started this journal to help me figure out the workings of my own twisted mind and untwist the events of my life...for a while, it helped. Recently though, I feel obligated to write which is probably why I don't anymore. Like every journal before it, this one is in danger of being ( Read more... )

Tomorrow we give our final presentations and then we're pretty much done. Everyone from the East Coast is going home the day after, leaving only Amy, Peter, and myself to wait for our planes home on Saturday. I can hardly believe that this summer is coming to a close. It seems like only yesterday when Jenner, Kristin, George, and I went out to that ( Read more... )