I've been neglecting you

due to: busyness, apathy & a lack of things to share.

RECAP of my current state.

Hawaii:::: is always unexpected. I can never predict quite how my trips will go. They usually fall into some sort of similar patterns including, but not limited to, seeing my people, eating the food of the homeland, indescribable arguments, not spending time at the beach, it was what it was. I don't think I have any more to say, because I'm not greatest at processing things. I analyze A LOT, but don't have any clue as to how to go about processing.

California:::: working on my senior show. thinking about my show. needing to pass geology. trying to find a new apartment. wanting my own rooom, omg, i want my own rooooom. thinking a lot about things, people, places... the usual conversations that go on in my head, just with a stronger intensity since things are about to change come graduation.


what am i doing with my life? you would think it would be a very freeing feeling to be free of obligation to anyone/s, anything, but it's terrifying and unwanted by me.

P.S. I stare at computer screens 1/2 of my life. I think they know me most.

P.S.S. show on the 18th of May, it'd be nice if you would be there.

RELAX.

I'm home for the weekish, less than a week. It started off with korean bbq, thank the Lord. I've been missing foooood so much. California's just not up to par in this area. ANd the weather-- the weather, so nice.

AHHH, it feels good to be back :)

check check

I felt that is was necessary to blog about this man:

Dr. Masaru Emoto
I've been doing research on the topics of water, sea, floating, ocean, h20, sailing... you get my drift. Dr. Emoto is featured on WhattheBleep, a website about water's "expressions." Anyways, I'm not proposing you check out this website, but at least treasure this face, like I do.

Moses and Jello

One of the things I love about my mom is that she keeps a journal. She has done this her whole life... not only does she keep a journal, but ladies and gentlemen, she labels them in chronological order. She's currently in the 80's.


From time to time, my mom calls to tell me, "I've been missing you and I was reading one of my journals from when you were 4...you said the cutest things."

(on mom's jello-making abilities)
I was always a nice kid, soft-spoken, afraid to hurt peoples feelings, thankfully I learned about sarcasm and wit... The jello my mom made was too "rubbery" not soft enough but I couldn't tell her, but I definitely couldn't eat it. So I said, "hey mom, let's just take this jello to heaven and eat it then, k? I know the story is about me, but, I still think it's okay for me to think its cute.

(on the realization that God "does not care")
Apparently I had been suffering from a cold. "Mom, I feel terrible. God did so much for Moses and Noah and He does NOTHING for me!"

{I love how I felt so helpless at age 4 and oddly spiritual}

P.S. Keep a journal. It's good for your soul, it's good for documentation, it's just GOOD.