Darn

I missed the vintage bazaar in Pilsen this weekend. Wah wahhh.

(Not like I need anymore stuff)

Okay, I always need more stuff.

City Life

Last night I played limbo in my undies and won $200 at the casino. Just another Saturday night.

<3

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I'm so happy I could burst.

I wish I could expand more, but it would be all spacey and maudlin.

EDIT: Now I'm happy for another reason, I just got accepted to the nursing program for October! Wahooooooooo, finally!

It's all happening.

Weird House

This morning I got the dual pleasure of waking up to my smelly cute boyfriend and my 7 am happy-drunk roommate, I'm totally digging the city.

Sunday Smile, New Nostalgia

For the last four years I've been feeling like I've been living in at least two different places. It's been a little much, at times, on the brain. This weekend puts me in a home with kind people and closer to the ones I love and love to spend time with. Lately my brain has been filled with fear and nostalgia, a place I don't like to spend time brooding in. I'm excited to be excited about life. I'm excited to inhabit spaces instead of just filling them.

How did I let myself get so wrapped up in the unimportant?

The first youtube comment below this video:

"It's because it captures, and preserves the brevity of those mornings or afternoons that are like gifts - the unplanned ones where, miraculously, you aren't working for once and go to the pub and sit outside with friends. It's the atmosphere that flashes open years later in November up to your eyeballs with work and with nobody to hand and you remember the beautiful fragility of that sunlight."

No really, Carpe Diem.

Packin

Mooving is sort of exciting. I'm really glad I didn't throw out all those boxes I was inexplicably saving from everything ever a couple a months ago when I wondered why I had so many empty boxes lying around.

Also, am I the only one who feels weird about Osama Bin Laden being killed? Besides the decade long man-hunt being strategically irrelevant, I just can't shake this feeling of disgust associated with the whole debacle. I mean no one even parodied him anymore, which like it or not, speaks loudly. It's like that one time with that one kid where I was just conquering something because I needed to prove something to some intangible idea associated with social mores, only this time it took a lot longer and no one's too sure what all the sweat equity proved or to whom.

Somedays my head is totally a pacifist. Shoulder shrug.

2011 - So far so good.

Oh hey. I'm moving to Chicago in a week. I turned one year older (but feel younger). I bought myself a bike for my birthday, now I need a helmet. I've been good and busy.

Spring Fever

I DON'T WANT TO DO MY STATISTICS HOMEWORK. I WANT TO TAKE A WALK INSTEAD.

damn.

Oh Kongregate

I seriously spent the entire afternoon playing a flash zombie game. It's overcast, gosh.

The Poetics of Space

Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

- Gaston Bachelard

I've been imagining myself in various times and places lately. I can't quite imagine what my physical home is going to feel like next month, but my emotional homes are stable enough (for once) that I'm prepared for anything. Bring on the change!