most of the time

laura's moving to Boston today.

jenny is picking me up after work and we're leaving.

it's just one of those days somehow. maybe it's because i got one of my most unfavorite haircuts yesterday. maybe it's because i have a friend leaving. maybe it's because i feel like the inside of me is corroding. i'm not sure.

i'm deeply confused about everything having to do with Christianity. it seems to be that the more i search the more lost i become. but it will be good to have people to talk with this weekend.

my heart needs a little somethin'.

alright I'm outta here. I'm dying here.

doobie da

sometimes I wish I wasn't such a girl about things. but the truth of the matter is that I am.

but I've gotta go get some sleep so I'm coherent for work in the morning. have I mentioned that I really love my job. bunches to do tomorrow. then wednesday I get to see my Jenny and Tara.

places I plan to go within the next year:
chicago numerous times
baltimore
maine
boston
texas
new york


la la la la la la life is wonderful.

boys

my sixteen year old brother was telling me this story tonight of how a girl walked up to him and said hello while he was texting on his phone. he briefly looked up and said hello then went on with his texting. the girl sighs loudly and walks away then moments later is back with a friend of hers. she then introduces herself to him. my brothers friend starts laughing about it. my brother just looked at the girls and at his friend and without even acknowledging that they had spoken says, "come on johnny, let's walk." i think my brother is funny.


plus i think i got asked out by a senior in highschool tonight. ridiculous.

the old things

i had a blast last night.


that's all i guess.

my game

it's been an interesting couple of days. it would just be really great to lay on the couch and wait for Dani to come in and scratch my head while Anna asks what's going on. but that's over, so I'm trying to adjust. turns out I'm doing a very poor job of it.


today I'm going in search of a couple things, mainly a bike.


words escape me. I will leave you with something from good ol' Henri.


"We tend to run around trying to solve the problems of our world while anxiously avoiding confrontation with that reality wherein our problems find their deepest roots: our own selves. In many ways we are like the busy man who walks up to a precious flower and says: "What for God's sake are you doing here? Can't you get busy someway?" and then finds himself unable to understand the flower's response: "I am sorry, sir, but I am just here to be beautiful."

maybe I'm sick

of all the coffee shops ...
in all the world ...
why mine?
why now?

old gypsy woman

this song is lovely.


today I'm getting certified. then I get to eat as many hot dogs as I can even handle. thank you baseball.