I love my family, in California. I want to move back, to California. But I want my private life in Seattle. I want to be able to have my own life. I want to be in school, and I want to have my own apartment. Once you move out, you realize you can never go back. It's too silly. So I'm looking for a way to get a job lined up some place around the ( Read more... )

I've been in bed every since Sunday night. I'm extremely ill, with a throat the size of America's deficit. Everyone knows when you're sick you end up thinking so out of line you begin to make sense out of your biggest problems and mysteries, you start to come up with answers you never could have when well, and with all the heavy foggy thought ( Read more... )

I spend the days exercising freedom and underestimating family. I spend a lot of time reading books that don't do anything for me but cause me dreams where airplanes turn into bus routes and crochet scarfs discover state lines ( Read more... )

I had to sit through a three hour mass on the television which consisted of at least 7different languages and tree branches swaying through the air in the name of "palms." Unfortunately, there are no palm trees in Rome. Uh, lame.

In a picture frame there was a beautiful photo of Jesus this one time he came down for our family vacation. NOT.


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They tell you they know but you know they dont. Conversations today happened because we're all tapped into some hidden wireless network. It's weird how we're all plugged in, without cords, but we can still get tangled. Told a couple lies to a couple close people. It's weird how we'll lie to those closest to us, either to protect them or to protect ( Read more... )

Everything is always changing. Everything is growing, or just standing still. But even standing still it's doing something.

This morning it was drizzling. When I walked back inside it was pouring. Now, one omlet later it's sunny.

Maybe if we stop living by the weather we can stop growing apart.


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I love new blogs. Not because of the blog itself, but the fresh feeling of being able to make up anything you want as long as you read the dictionary enough to have something saved up in your word bank. So first things first, friends only or friends not, I don't mind who reads this. But out of respect for our younger web-users, if something is ( Read more... )

I love starting over. Don't you?