Currently listening to: Jack Johnson - "Gone"

The past few weeks have been insane amounts of fun-- to infinity and beyond, precisely.

On July 14th at 11-something-pm I played the lottery. Mega Millions, to be specific. Not one of my numerical choices brought in any sort of revenue although there was perfectly excellent logic behind each and every selection: 7 as en extensive representation for the month of July, 11 for my favourite number, 14 to minutely exhalt a most excellent day, 33 for the inescapable attractiveness the number possesses, 42 because it's the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, and 23 because 'nobody likes you when you're 23.' Go figure-- Chance doesn't follow my superior line of thought far too often.

My birthday was tons of fun and things to infinity and beyond, and I now officially have a totally direct claim to Batman's offered protection! The whole day involved all sorts of simple fun crazies and so much chocolate I can't believe it all wasn't regurgitated (oh, the poetry)!

I spent a wonderful week at the beach down at Jekyll with the infamous Myra (bwahaha?)-- a deeply refreshing spiritual journey: I learned to juggle and play chess. And it's nice to have regained some sort of melanin function, anyhow!

I have pictures. Pictures you may even see if I ever post them!

Otherwise, I am stressed out as per usual because there is too much to do before August 24, move-in day at Reed. I am exploding with excitement and intensely... tense. It should be a very fascinating month full of uncanny occurrances!

But paperwork and more of the wondrous Potter story await me, so thence I go!

Speaking of potters, last night some guy who pulled up at the drive-through while I was working was so stoned it frightened me. I suppressed a vehement need to say, "He-ey, how's life on the other side, dearest?" and wound up processing his order at turbo speed to get him the heck away from me.

It's been an interesting life.

This is my friend Haley. She and I share Bastille Day as our wondrous barfday!

Myra trying to photograph me! Bwaha! I beat her to it, it seems.

Clouds are for those who lift their eyes...

No, we didn't smoke crack. It had just been a long day. Admire our Barfday Hats!

Preliminary birthday cake!

Kayla's glasses are THE coolest. Behold!

Pathway to the beach!

I chased this cloud down for several minutes.

Yes, it is gorgeous, but it is also mosquito infested to infinity and beyond!!!

It's the path less traveled by due to aforementioned mosquitoes of doom...

Our earnest attempt at making a sand . . . coffee cup. :)

Bridge fun! ?

The beautiful marshes of Glynn

A cool tree with some awesome spanish moss!

My friend Peleus the Pelican :)

Come on, I'll let you borrow my four-leaf clover-- take it with you, you can pass it on

Currently listening to: The Shins - "We Will Become Silhouettes" (TPS cover, indeed)


I remember 1996 like it was yesterday.

There was a church that lay above the cliffy rock structure across from our home in Genova. The church was part of a small and seemingly peaceful village. My sister and I used to sit on the balcony and contemplate the possibilities the lives of its people held.

I perpetually expropriated Daddy of his telescope to more closely examine the serpentine little streets that lay before me. Ale told me about the road that led to the little village. All one had to do was a minuscule bit of climbing to get to it. It wasn't even hard to find: before one reached the cliff overlooking the highway and the rest of beautiful Genova-- there it was.

Though the mere concept of embarking on a quest for home amassment created very much fascination, I didn't want to go alone. I never walked the path.

I wonder whether Ale ever did.