Next Choice

Next Choice, the cheaper alternative to Plan B. Someone really knows how to name a product. Let's play a game, it's called which emergency contraception will make Jesse feel less like shit? There are very few times in my life that I loathe being a girl. This is one of them. :(

Bladjhargh.

Requiem to Mixes

Yesterday, as I walked down the street, the sadness washed over me once more.

The emptiness of lost memories. Irretrievable images put to music marking milestones in a life still being lived. I'm not a lady who needs much or holds too much sacred, but mix CDs are my dubloons. A golden currency that I pull out when I'm feeling happy, sad, or stagnant. 1,2,8,9,10! Ah! I'm rich. Only, now I'm monetarily poor and mix CD poor.

Who could steal someone's history like that? I hate dwelling on negative things, but my heart's so sore I can't stop thinking about the hobo or punk kids that have various pieces of my life in their possession. Take my car, my stereo, my pneumatic jack, anything but my mixes! Have they already been discarded as valueless trash? I dreamt about going on an expedition through the neighborhood's dumpsters and alleys to retrieve my treasure.

Instead, today, I start a mental expedition retrieving the most sacred of the stolen from the sentimental stores of my self. It's all I can do to stop from fretting. The capacity to remember is what I love about my mixes. Now, I set out to rebuild my fortune, if only in written form, and stop feeling so damn sentimental. In addition, from here on out, I promise to back up anymore mixes I receive (which I hope is many).

The Black Hills

Wilderness is the great equalizer. Did someone say that? It keeps floating through my brain. I have minutes before I'm back in the hills and I lose reception again. South Dakota is beautiful, it was everything I wanted in a summer vacation. I'll miss a few things, but I'm excited to come home. <3

Filled with Love that Struggles to find a Home

I forgot how full Dylan and Guthrie make me feel. They pull a strength of dusty roads and abandoned fields, lofty dreams and open ended adventures from a place I forgot even resided in me. I've been feeling so weird about the passage of time lately, a little like every thing is whirling past me and I'm just jamming in the middle swaying to the pulse of it all.

I'm leaving next week for a few days and I think it's exactly what I need to keep my head from exploding. You know, cause I'm useless with an exploded head. <3

Grunting is Grand!

According to the chief executive and organizer of Wimbledon, Ian Ritchie, "women who grunt too loudly on the court are annoying their opponents - and the fans."

Ritchie points to "a lack of education" of the younger players.

I think it's awesome. Put a little (or a lot) of grunt into it girls. Also, no one cares if the guys grunt?

Vacation Vacation

Work hard, live simply.

Fear less.

98 degrees AND SWEATY!

Hey! I think it's summer!

The Land of the Rising Sun

Do You Know South Korea? from David Dutton on Vimeo.

It's videos like these that really make me miss South Korea. Maybe it's not even SK so much, but the adventure and awe of travel. I've also been reading a book about first year nursing (because I'm excited), and the traveling nurses always pique my interest the most. My best friend is in a foreign land very far away, and she misses home desperately. She tells me that she understands the privilege and pros of travel, but she just misses her people too much. "What's really the point," she says? I can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with me for always wanting to experience somewhere else. I love my people here and I love my new home, but the promise of new experiences is intoxicating. I wonder if my wanderlust will ever dissipate?

I remember the night we stayed out until the sun rose. I stood on a barrel in the bar, hands cupped like a megaphone yelling obscenities. We couldn't stop laughing because we told those boys from England to fuck off. I drank in everything that was around me (including about six of the best mojitos I've ever had). Everything just looked perfect. On the cab ride home I remember following the crest of the sun rise with my finger, thinking about how much I'd like to share this with S. The next day we found a mountain and climbed it. That night had to be one of the top-ten best sleeps of my life.

Workaholic

Sometimes Tuesday nights are just Tuesday nights and sometimes, they are awesome Tuesday nights that you smile about Wednesday during the day.

#Bearsuit

Traveling BFF

Hey! My best friend is doing really cool things and taking really cool pictures and is like, real funny, check it: Tory DeMaBUHAY!!!!