So I went home last weekend and that was nice. I saw Josh and Santee, and sat at a table and laughed a lot, and I miss that. I love going home after a long time because there's so much to say and everyone is so happy. And this is maybe the longest I have ever gone without seeing Josh and Santee, so maybe that's why seeing them was so nice.

Yesterday was terrible because I got really sick. I have a cold, and that's fine, but yesterday it was not just any cold. It was the cold of death. I felt dizzy, and couldn't hear that well, and my whole head was stuffed up. I couldn't concentrate on my paper and the drive back to school was a huge bummer. I listened to music that I could sing along to so i wouldn't zone out, but singing is hard when you're sick. My only consolation was my starbucks drink. I never go to starbucks anymore.

Today I ate en entire box of girl scout cookies. I didn't mean to, it just happened. I am not going to buy any more. I'm done. Eating healthy is so hard now, honestly. I started off the quarter so well but now I am back to my old ways of nachos in the middle fo the night and no gym. But I'd like to see you try to balance 15 hours of work, 15 hours of class, and endless ( i mean it! endless!) studying and reading, and still make it to the gym. shit man. I should just give up on the idea of working out and starve myself. That would probably be easier at this point in my life.

I can't wait to go visit sarah. Sarah, I miss you. And I want to be somewhere else besides here for once. I need a change of scene. I say that a lot, don't I? I guess that makes me interesting. I wish I could go somewhere cool for spring break. But I don't think I'm really that kind of person.

Still no news about England. nervousnervousnervous. hope i get king's. i want to live in london bad, but not bad enough to settle for queen mary, i think. so I hope i get king's.

king sized bed...

Anu, if you're out there somewhere, you should know that this conversation just took place.

me: dude, where the hell is Anu?!?!/1

charmander: I dunno, maybe she's still in south america.

me: did she die on the trek to machu picchu or something?!

charmander: if she died in machu picchu, you'd get a whole room to yourself!

me: ooooh good point.

{pause}

me: a BIG room!

Shut the hell up, you dumb freakin Swede!

Spent today watching Grumpy Old Men (a very underapreciated movie, in my opinion), baking cookies for the extended family to eat on saturday, and uploading old music to Whitfield's aunt's ipod which I am hoping she will like. Am currently listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival. "Do do do, looking out my back door!" Good times, great oldies. Kola 99.9?

Here are the promised oregon pictures, if anyone cares.

tree shopping:


freak:


copy cats:


bleak:


seasons?!




wise:


promise:

and I knew that it was lovely to have a black bear thinking of me

If you are looking for a good song to listen to, I recommend Black Bear by Black Bear. haha! It is especially nice while flying over northern California, the part with the snowy mountains and everything. But if you can't do that, a dark car with your friends at 4 in the morning is almost as good.

My friend Christopher Whitfield/Clubb is a pretty outstanding guy.



Yeah, that just happened! Well, no, actually that was like at least 3 months ago, but I just wanted to be one of the cool kids and quote Talladega Nights.

I will post some pictures from Oregon tomorrow, I think I got some pretty decent ones at the Christmas tree farm we went to. Oregon has a lot of trees and that is nice. The people there are nice as well, and so is the cold, as long as you have a coat.

help!

possible scenarios regarding berkeley:

1. I find someone to drive with, my parents let me take the car, everything is fine and good and I have a great time.

2. I am not allowed to take the car and am forced to fly up for 50 bucks. I am not willing to pay a hundred dollars to fly back down so close to christmas and thus would rely on sarah finding us a ride home with somone from berkeley. Risky. Don't really want this to happen.

3. scenario 2 falls through, or, my parents say I must chose between berkeley and portland. in either case the berkeley trip would not happen and that would be incredibly inconvenient for sarah and disappointing for myself and everyone is upset and angry and everything sucks.

Why won't they just make things easy on me? sibdfKDSGJNSDKGJNFGKN.

anyway, here is how you can help: say that you'll drive with me and that you don't mind being left alone for at least one night while sarah and I go see joanna newsom, or else you are willing to pay to go see her with us, and are planning on either spending time with other people up there who you know or spending time with sarah, who you do not know. and also say that you will split the gas money cause there's no way in hell I can afford it all and also christmas presents.

stress!

reasons why a roadtrip to portland over winter break would be awesome:

1. gas prices are relatively cheap right now.
2. I have connections in both the bay area and oregon
3. I have never been on a roadtrip with my friends
4. I don't think I have ever been to portland
5. I hear it's pretty cool
6. There would be lots of trees along the way, including but not limited to, redwoods
7. we could listen to sooooo much music.

let's do it!

More than anything I would like to take a roadtrip with my friends. The longer the better. The more problems along the way the better. The more boring the better. It has always struck me as very strange how geographically large this country is. It disturbs me slightly that we are all supposed to work together and make decisions about each other and live with the consequences of decisions we make as a group, and yet we have never even met each other. We have never even seen where everybody lives. We have never even been to Washington DC, and yet we send people there every year to do our bidding and make decisions that will effect our lives. Am I the only one that finds this strange? Most of all I just want to see the world, I want to watch the countryside go by and watch people going about their business and listen to their accents and buy their gasoline and be on my way. And I want to do it all with some good music and some good friends. And yet why do I always get the impression that this is far too much to ask?