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It's been a long, full summer.
I've been to Amsterdam and back.
St. Louis and back.
Through Hell and back.
Survived a few hurricanes, two weeks without power, and took up yoga.
I've been a bad updater, who lacks time management.
My bad updating is due to a shift in priorities.
You like to call it Myspace.
Forgive?
Still without the internet that I've paid for.
The hurricane and Comcast are not friends.
Comcast and Ft Lauderdale are slowly not becoming friends.
Thank goodness for internet cafes. Like the one I work at.
In all honesty, I am loving the removal of electronic distractions.
I've found that I am a damn good cook over the fire-- yeah, breakfast, lunch and dinner.
What helps the most is being around a little tribe of people who are right there with me.
Mentally and emotionally.
Positivity helps you get through anything in life.
Attempting to simplify the objects in my life.
The hard part is deciding if you should save something for later or realize that you just may never use it again.
Trying to do the things that I say I want to do.
Follow through and think things through.
Currently I live and survive purely on impulse.
It's getting messy. Hopefully I can swifer it up.
Oh, I could write so much more.
Like my thoughts on 2005 being 'The Year of Natural Disasters.'
My trip to Amsterdam was fabulous and what I needed.
If I need to call you back, forgive me, I probably lost your number, in the event of my stolen phone. -- Give me a call and remind me that I need to call you back. Or something.
Eat more avocados.
If you are ok with sexuality watch the L Word.
Research Wal-Mart and what they are really up to.
Listen to more Lemongrass.
Road trip. Road trip. Road trip.
And for those of you with socially responsible interests, check out this link:
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It's this rejection of the natural imperfect world around us that gets us in trouble.
When we deny the very nature that that exists. That we are surviving in.
It's strange to think that I live and belong to the Earth.
That my car hurts the air the I need to live.
Feel like I am eating the shit that comes out of my ass.
Florida summers are miserable. That's why the beach is my best friend.
Been a crazy month. Living a crazy life.
I find myself enjoying moments of just nothing.
Fighting that feeling of always having something to do.
2 jobs and school can do that to a girl.
Current events are stimulating good conversation.
The events themselves aren't too great, but some of the discussions I've had in light of them have me thinking for days.
This whole responsibility thing isn't what it's cracked up to be.
At least I only like certain parts.
The left overs try to wear me down. Finding that starting small helps.
New love of breakfast.
This new quarter is the quarter of mornings. I forgot how much you can do in a day when you are awake for all of it.
Breakfast is the best way to start it. No rushing, just hot tea and really bad IHOP radio.
My roommate and I attempt to make at least 2 weekly visits. It's a different type of therapy.
Helps a hangover like whoa.
Not that I can eat from very much of the menu. But I have this certain addiction to hash browns.
Can't tell you why.
Me, You and Everyone Else We Know. Please see it. It's a really honest film.
Links are fun.
Download New Amsterdams
Vote for Pedro
Skalpel
Jazz awesomeness
www.cine-magic.com/foundfootagefest.html
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| Wesley Hoffman is the greatest.
Getting through life has come down to a matter of readjusting my thinking.
Constantly.
Coldplay overload.
Starbucks has been distributing the new album.
Coldplay at work, which is a nice addition.
Tickets to the show in Sept just came in the mail.
Chris Martin is a neat man.
Losing too many friends to the force called marriage.
Everyone seems to be dropping like flies.
School is done for 3 weeks.
I have the apartment to myself, due to Kelly's road trip to California.
Trying to think up the things I don't do, or put aside because I try to be polite because I live with someone else.
I should have made a list when I thought them up.
For now running around like a naked banshee sounds just fine.
Rainy rain raining.
All the time.
I feel like I haven't ridden my bike in far too long.
We miss one another.
I am very over the tropical rain season.
Feels like it's the monsoon season, in the wrong part of the world.
Very wet.
Plus it scares people away from coming into either coffee shop.
Makes work super boring.
If you are ever in downtown Ft Lauderdale, come visit the new little shop.
2nd Ave and 2nd Street.
Tucked away by the train tracks.
You can't miss it.
Travel is in the agenda due to my change in obligation to school.
Savannah Georgia by train.
Looking forward to change in scenery slash no rain as well as some southern hospitality.
Cross your fingers that I don't spend too much money on my break from usual schedule.
It's the curse of too much time on my hands.
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Got another job.
Another coffee shop.
Coffee all day.
Coffee all night.
School and homework are found in between there.
Along with the internship.
Then I hope for some sleep.
Oh but I love it.
Because now I get all the free bubble tea I can drink.
And now, I get to wear my own clothes to work, and play my own music.
And more people. How I love people.
Good conversations all the time.
So great to think. Learn.
I'd would like to share how great my life is.
How everything is put together.
But I find myself alone, realizing I am a lost, confused 20 something kid, who is scrapping by.
It's a funny reality. It really is.
Like I am supposed to leave my apartment, with my whitened teeth, perfectly highlighted hair and climb into my barely 2 year old car, that hopefully resembles an SUV.
I can make a damn good latte, or redesign a wack website, but...
deep down I know that I am paying my electric bill late, because I forgot.
I am still irresponsible.
Still horrible with time management.
Still spending money that I should save.
I state the I am honest, or striving towards honesty, but yanno, sometimes I don't.
Fat lying liar. For some reason, I am still fighting myself with having it all together.
Would be so nice to be there.
Not happening, is it?
I am ok.
Have more than I need for making nothing.
Learning, and becoming ok with looking nerdy for asking questions.
And with saying that, I don't want to give the impression that I have the "I'm not figured out" thing figured out.
That's not my goal.
Thinking about many things too much, too often.
Someone get me to Europe, now.
Still wondering if I can make my dreams come true, without voting for Pedro.
Please buy this album because it is grand.
Friends who make music are wonderful.
Black jasmine bubble tea is simply wonderful.
Thank you Joy for the new word. <3
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