when's the next ellipse eclipse? sinister cynic.
So, in the midst of all this chaos, i'm finally home. for one day...
I've been to Telluride, Colorado for the ultimate bluegrass festival. lots of good food, insane headliners (i.e. allison krauss, Emylou Harris, Bela Fleck, yonder mountain string band and the like), and tons of good company. It was the strangest feeling in the world though, going through my phase of heartbreak and overexaggerated traumatization and being a midst 20,000 of the world's happiest sad people.
I realized through that adventure that life isn't worth living if you're going to die nobly for a cause. It is the mark of a mature man to live humbly for one.
And so... coming home with my bronze golden colorado background of an experience, i was once again whisked off to another far and foreign region, me amo baja california.
The family was as good as ever, dancing with our ups and downs, rotating in circles, drunk... off our asses. San Jose shopping extravaganzas, harry potter, white oleander's sipid strength, E for ecstacy, meditations on the beach, off the beach, in the hammock... sleeping on the roof, experiencing the night sounds of ocean spray and bright stars glowing o'erhead, missed the southern cross viewing:(.
I would say the pinkest of all those moments though was when my 3rd cousin and i went treasure shell hunting, climbed in the cave, got soaked diving after the accidental castaway sandal, noticed a glimpse of "are those pilot whales?", wha!?!????? climb that mountain!?!?!? crab interaction -- via it falling on my foot as we jetted off into the stickery distance, making it to the top to enjoy the pink sunset clouds hovering over the world's edge, beautiful mountains opposite of this rare momentus occasion that requires nothing but a smile.
then the next and last day natalliah left for school leaving me ambitious to finally go snorkeling. Under the impression that my location was farther than it actually was, I was under attacks of anxiety! no room to breath and no visibility (for a trade off of bioluminescence, as described by the dreamy scottish doctor) and an inherent fear for all of the shark sitings in the recent past and of course the fear rubbed off onto me via my cousin equals my sticking my head in the cloudy water in the only place where it's clear only to discover... A FRIGGEN SHARK!!! it was scary. until i scraped my legs and scrambled to climb on the rocks where i realized it was merely a sucker shark. a big sucker shark... but still. freakish.
phew. so that was it for my diving adventures. no more water.
i hiked up to the top of the mountain to try and soothe myself.
the night ended with cool company giving us this grand bottle of tequila which ultimately got stolen and hidden by my father even though it was a gift to both of us. he's been a real pain in the ass lately.
but i'm still trying to upfront the love. despite all of this hatred i've encountered including a rather aggressive approach to tell me "the truth" ["fat bitch ho. i hope you die"]. people you don't know can be so mean sometimes.
I've been to Telluride, Colorado for the ultimate bluegrass festival. lots of good food, insane headliners (i.e. allison krauss, Emylou Harris, Bela Fleck, yonder mountain string band and the like), and tons of good company. It was the strangest feeling in the world though, going through my phase of heartbreak and overexaggerated traumatization and being a midst 20,000 of the world's happiest sad people.
I realized through that adventure that life isn't worth living if you're going to die nobly for a cause. It is the mark of a mature man to live humbly for one.
And so... coming home with my bronze golden colorado background of an experience, i was once again whisked off to another far and foreign region, me amo baja california.
The family was as good as ever, dancing with our ups and downs, rotating in circles, drunk... off our asses. San Jose shopping extravaganzas, harry potter, white oleander's sipid strength, E for ecstacy, meditations on the beach, off the beach, in the hammock... sleeping on the roof, experiencing the night sounds of ocean spray and bright stars glowing o'erhead, missed the southern cross viewing:(.
I would say the pinkest of all those moments though was when my 3rd cousin and i went treasure shell hunting, climbed in the cave, got soaked diving after the accidental castaway sandal, noticed a glimpse of "are those pilot whales?", wha!?!????? climb that mountain!?!?!? crab interaction -- via it falling on my foot as we jetted off into the stickery distance, making it to the top to enjoy the pink sunset clouds hovering over the world's edge, beautiful mountains opposite of this rare momentus occasion that requires nothing but a smile.
then the next and last day natalliah left for school leaving me ambitious to finally go snorkeling. Under the impression that my location was farther than it actually was, I was under attacks of anxiety! no room to breath and no visibility (for a trade off of bioluminescence, as described by the dreamy scottish doctor) and an inherent fear for all of the shark sitings in the recent past and of course the fear rubbed off onto me via my cousin equals my sticking my head in the cloudy water in the only place where it's clear only to discover... A FRIGGEN SHARK!!! it was scary. until i scraped my legs and scrambled to climb on the rocks where i realized it was merely a sucker shark. a big sucker shark... but still. freakish.
phew. so that was it for my diving adventures. no more water.
i hiked up to the top of the mountain to try and soothe myself.
the night ended with cool company giving us this grand bottle of tequila which ultimately got stolen and hidden by my father even though it was a gift to both of us. he's been a real pain in the ass lately.
but i'm still trying to upfront the love. despite all of this hatred i've encountered including a rather aggressive approach to tell me "the truth" ["fat bitch ho. i hope you die"]. people you don't know can be so mean sometimes.