Water in a Wine Glass & a Heart Shaped Bruise

Today I drank water out of a wine glass, studied the heart shaped bruise on my leg, and daydreamed just a bit.  Today was unproductive to say the very least.  I talked myself into not starting the paper due tomorrow and made egg fried rice.  I slept in until noon which I claimed was because of the time change and tried to take an afternoon nap.  I couldn't fall asleep, strangely enough I must not have been sleepy.  I did go outside to see the sun and my cactus got too much water from the rain and its dead.  I will try to re-grow it, but I have to be careful to not get pricked and I couldn't find any gloves that would work for this strenuous task.  I think tomorrow I will write a to-do list.  I must do something tomorrow, but I have to admit its nice sometimes to not.

Jordan Babe

Sooo, did everybody hear Jordan and I are on the mend.  Again!  Yes, we have an on and off sort of relationship.  But I'm gonna be 25 next week and by then I know, I just know I'll have my shit together.  Yeah right!  Anyways, we are not living together and I think this will be good.  I don't think he even knows I have a blog, because he is just not a blog reader and therefore I feel like I shouldn't make our relationship any sort of topic I rant and rave about too often.  Because quite frankly he is my favorite topic and I would love to write about how he is a beautiful genius, and hopefully mostly good things like that... but I'm sure he would hate that and so this is all you get.

He was once a little, fat baby.

Jordan and I are back together.  But this is not about that.  This is about moving to Portland and having culture shock.  This is about being lonely and 20 and listening to Sparklehorse everyday on my rainy, bus ride to my shitty, weird job.  This is about the nostalgic bond that is created through time and music and emotions.  I consider Mark Linkous a true and dear friend.  I am sad he committed suicide.  I will miss new creations.  I will always listen to his albums with love.

The East Coast

I think I must have lived in New York in a past life or something... It must be true. I LOVE Brooklyn. I love the flea market, the little snowy parks, the little cafes and coffee shops, the hipsters... Philadelphia was also quite and equally amazing. I had so much fun, not only that but I realized I NEED to travel// that's what I like to do. Do what you love, love what you do. BUT... California summers are damn hard to beat... and being all cold and shit just reminds me how I love Cali weather. Oh, and my layover was in Minneapolis Mn., and when I walked out of the plane and could just barely feel the -7 degree outside I remembered how lucky our winters are. DANG that was a temperature I've never felt before! FOR REALLLZZZ. My God, how do they live like that? I am going to start planning my next trip and I'm pretty sure next up is out of this country. LIKE PARIS!