I need a camera. gimme one?

i am back in new york, and i am so happy.

new york new york

I want to go home, but I don't want to lose a friend.

fatally yours

(shitty picture taken from jen's phone)

We went to go see Alkaline Trio tonight at Hawthorne Theater. They put on a good show just like always. I can't wait to see them again. They always make me happy.

I'm still missing New York, but Portland's starting to feel more familiar, and maybe it'll start to feel like home soon? I don't know.

sometimes it's the hardest thing you can do....

fucking pathetic.

some days I really just want to cry.

To show you just how good being touched could be....

I just think that everyone should know that I am very much in love.

flew away

I miss this girl so much. I wish I spent more time with her before I left. I really really miss having my bestgirlfriend around.
I miss you jaimeegirl. I love you.
"We're never meant to be alone."
I hope to see you out here soon.

Please, do not be allarmed.

I love the song. It has completely different meaning to me now. Lots of things have taken on new meanings....

The morning's over, the day is in full swing.

Thom and I went to the park the other day.

I just feel like I have to say that I am so happy, and I love him a lot.

You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins.

Understanding In a Car Crash.

Tonight I heard a car skid across pavement, and make contact with another car. It was so loud it might as well have been a bomb going off. We all barely looked at one another as we ran out the door, and down the stairs that lead to the parking lot. At first all I see are flashing lights, and the only movement I register is from the other residents running to find the source of the crash. Then the scene comes into focus. Right in front of our apartment there is a car over turned. It was hard to comprehend at first what exactly I was seeing. A man's head was hanging out the car window, and his arms were reaching to make contact with the ground. There's a noise, it almost sounds like a piece of machinery when it's not working correctly. Not a metallic sound, but more like a droning. There is no way I could ever completely and fully describe this sound, but it was nothing I had ever heard. What you hear in movies and on television isn't even close. This man was moaning continuously, and then finally, "help...help help help," was all anyone could make out.

I don't know whether or not he survived.

Tonight there was a car crash right outside my apartment building, and I have never been so close to another person's death. I have never been so close to understanding how completely fragile we all are.

Most everything in my life is new.

I needed another something to be new.

Today we went to The Bins, Lupe as our tour guide. We dug through blue bins upon blues bins of people's discarded junk. It was wonderful. I got the first season of Nip/Tuck on DVD for $10. I'd say it was successful.

I love Portland.


Thom and I got another rat when we went to Arizona. His name is Eugene.