It has been almost 18 weeks since I posted my last entry. This is not a rekindling of my entries. I wont write again. I was just reading all my old entries again (I do that when I am bored) and I want to offer an apology to all of you that have read this (uh, I mean the few of you...ha ha). I mostly only wrote in here when I was angry, depressed, ( Read more... )

I realized that I don't really want people to read my journal. I don't know why it is on the internet--so public, so judgeable. I reread my old entries and see why I feel uncomfortable--I used to want people to read it and get attention from it. Now it feels like my entries are still begging for that attention but in an embarrassing way. And I don' ( Read more... )

No matter how many times I search your name on google, you still don't come back to life.

I should stop.

To Do:

Clean Bathroom (sink, shower, toilet, mop, trash)
Enter bird list into eBird
Get an oil change
Go grocery shopping
-eggs
-butter
-blueberries
-honey
-bread
-other
Finish Skinny Legs and All
Bird

Driving back to Bo on HWY 1 North, cars kept flashing their lights or honking at me. I thought maybe there were deer or a police man or a road block or something. The road was clear. I think they thought I had my brights on. They honked at me because they thought I was an asshole. But my brights werent on ( Read more... )

Hot Toddies, balancing act, fake ID, and a smiley face.

Quetzal, fur seal, The Office, and a couch,

Sun and sky and ocean and life.

Happiness.

I got an urge two nights ago to call up Gabe Cruz to see if he was doing OK and catch up. I found out today that his mom died of cancer on Monday. I left a message on his cell phone but I don't know if he will check it. Gabe is a strong young man, but I worry about him still. This year is ripping at his heart, testing his strength. He left for ( Read more... )

My sister's bed has fleas. I laid in it for less than five minutes and I have bites on my leg and back. Itchy bites.

Or maybe just her house has fleas. Or maybe she has fleas! Just kidding.

I do wonder if these are flea bites or mosquito bites from invisible, able-to-crawl-up-my-shirt mosquitoes...

"There are landscapes in which we feel above us not sky but space. Somthing larger, deeper that sky is sensed, is seen, although in such settings the sky itself is invariably immense. There is a place between the cerebrum and the stars where sky stops and space commences, and should we find ourselves on a particular prairie or mountaintop at a ( Read more... )

It's really difficult to write a cover letter for a job that you already have been hired for months ago ( Read more... )