But my hand is suddenly cramping up painfully and inexplicably. Crap. Okay, well I guess I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. It starts with getting hit on by a 30 year old Indian guy, then going with Vadim to a snobby organic restaurant that we thought was just a sandwich shop, and stumbling upon a somewhat bizarre percussion and flute concert ( Read more... )

So last night I had a dream that I missed Father's Day, and my dad was angry. My parents are often terrible in my dreams, even though they are wonderful and nearly perfect in real life. I've been having fucked up dreams a lot lately. However, I called my dad today and he was really pleased to talk to me, and I am still having a fantastic time. ( Read more... )

New blog:
http://monezinlondon.blogspot.com/

That is all.

Oh wait.

I'm going to be in London tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!

I finally invested in some expensive headphones, my trip to London being my excuse. They're Sony High Performance earbuds. They fit perfectly in my ears, acting as earplugs, and if you turn up the iPod loud enough, you can hear Yo-Yo Ma's fingers moving on the neck of his cello.

Holy shit.

. . . avoiding the Internet. But I've caught up with everything except for a few webcomics, which tell me I haven't been wasting so much time on the internet since the 17th of May, the last time I was up-to-date with them ( Read more... )

There is no coming back from this. Be as skeptical as you want (and I know you want to be), but so help me [Whatever], there is nothing that can be said or done ( Read more... )

I feel like the world went insane this week, and everything turned upside down.

I'm still adjusting to walking on the ceiling.

It's Monez family tradition to attempt to have a huge Cinco de Mayo party every year and then completely fail because we all live in different places and have crazy schedules. But hopefully something fun will happen tonight.

I should talk to my friends about what's going on with me/what's wrong with me more often. It's nice to know I'm not crazy. It's nice to know people relate.

It's nice to be sure that aside from one specific incidence of poor word choice, I have nothing to be sorry about.

So last night I went a little crazy and walked around Grounds for 2 hours in the middle of the night/early morning "trying to find myself."

I think I got all the crazy out, at least.