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| Every time a really good photo is taken of me, it gets deleted. By accident or on purpose, it dissapears. Currently Ella is trying to figure out which of the boys deleted our family portraits. Bets on Alex, considering he I guess had the most to lose.
It was cute though.
The first time I'd seen a real smile on my face in a long time.
After college, I want to go home. Back up north.
These people are the best I've felt about family in a long time, and I want to live near them.
This feeling of floatation is killing me.
CRSTEYCK wrote something once about an umbilical chord to the earth, and the Z Boys finally ripping that chord away when they started doing banks.
I feel like all I need is that connection, and the only places I've found it are never where I reside permanently.
I want to just once, wake up in a warm bed with something other than inanimate objects, and see some kind of bay or city or something and know that just 10 minutes away is everything I've ever wanted.
The reunion is the reason for this, and bittersweetly so. | | |
| Products I am going to start using:
Banana paper notebooks
Organic cotton
Shirts that benefits organizations (WWW, African cotton, organic cotton)
Fair trade
Thermos' (with the promise of washing them out)
Refillable pens
Products I am going to stop using:
Paper from Walmart (spiral bounds made in Brazil...from rainforest)
ummm anything not recycled
anything prepackaged Products I will continue to boycott:
Starbucks Things I will change:
call crap catalogs, tell them to stop sending them and wasting trees
lightbulb replacement
1 hour of TV per night (to limit energy consumption)
less computer use
buy less crap, period
buy higher quality and less quantity (western european vs eastern tradition) time to make a bigger change for today and tomorrow. | | |
| ck you both. Alright, it's my xanga, and I can choose to be as un-eloquent as I like. Firstly-
how dare you act like such a self-righteous ass? you want to know why no girl likes you? probably because you call her "dramatic" and tell her her feelings aren't valid. Also probably because all you care about is getting laid before you die. Grow up and find a real goal, douchebag. Secondly- don't you ever fucking stick your tongue in my mouth again. You were supposed to be a best friend, not a douchebag boy from Gettysburg, just like the rest of them. Wooo our entire goal is to get laid and act like we care about how you feel! Way to prove stereotypes right! Good riddance, asshats.
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| I am losing/have lost/will lose my car, Layman babylove. It hurts so much worse than that time you broke my heart! Isn't it funny how things work out like that? | | |
| I decided I want a vespa, to go with my nice, big, foreign apartment. And the cute boy. | | |
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