My parents are having me clean out my room, since I'll never be coming back to Okinawa again. Combination of sad and frightening. Never coming back! And: having to decide what, out of all this stuff from my childhood, is worth keeping. This children's book? This doll? All these stuffed animals that I remember playing with, do they still mean ( Read more... )

I get so superficially stressed out over nothing.
It doesn't even MATTER, man.

And so it goes, and so it goes.

I wish I had a take-a-step-back machine, which, when i got too into something, I could just wrap around my forehead
and then could see the truth.

Does anyone other than me find life to be a series of incertanties? I never know, well, anything, really ( Read more... )

I'm happy to be alive ( Read more... )

SO ( Read more... )

I'm 21! EEe!

I am back in Paris again after a weekend of chateaux touring in the Loire Valley: not as cool as it sounds when your tour guide is a college history professor and LOVES sharing the contents of his infinently monumental brain. I can now recite to you all the important players in the 100 years' war, their motivations, coats of arms, and mistresses ( Read more... )

so, you know you have a cool dad when this magnificent oeuvre, copy-pasted below for your pleasure, is the email he sends you:

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Hey-Hey!
Are you alive and well over there in Pariz?
Write yo Papa.
Yowza!
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heh.

eta: I forgot to mention that the title of this delightful correspondance is : "hi fum yo' papa" and that it is written in ( Read more... )

SOOOOOOO I'm in Paris! And everyone is FRENCH ( Read more... )

I'm in America. In Texas, where my mom grew up. It's a scary place. My brothers and sister and I don't fit in here: we don't know anything about sports, or t.v. shows, and when we go to the grocery store and there are men who don't wear shoes, we stare. Tomorrow is the big family get-together. Lunch will be ribs and sausage, fried chicken, and ( Read more... )