And I just realized.
I just realized:I have ruined another journal. With Alex. He's like this obnoxious stain on my shirt that won't come out, it just lays there, blaring out to the world. I don't even realize that I'm obsessing about him on here. That is really fucking annoying, good god.
Seattle is the place to go. All of the streets are hills. So wherever you go, its either uphill or downhill. But it's not too tiring. Everyone is so fucking friendly. I swear to god, I made more friends there than I ever have in Denver, and I live here! there really is a coffee shop like every other building. but it's amazing. The Pike's public market was literally my favorite place in the world. This is so much going on, everyone is cheerful, every fucking day. There is so much jewelry, clothes, food, people, art.....I was walking around and there was this guy who made these really awesome magnets. I can't explain them, but I'll show you them. I ended up buying four. And the guy who was selling them to me was like 15 years older than I was but I got a crush on him. Speaking of crushes, there are also a lot of nice looking guys WITH good attitudes to boot. There are a lot less cell phones, more people. People don't run the stop lights. All the fish is really fresh, all the coffee is really good. Everyone was passionate about music. There were a lot of Concerts there. I could have seen like 10 different bands If i put the effort in. I thought of my friends everywhere I went, and less of Alex, which was really nice, because they are actually worth thinking about. I bought really cool postcards of Jimi and Kurt and James Dean and Bob Dylan and old fashioned movie covers.....And a few of seattle. There are these guys that work at the fish market everyday, and They were so funny to watch, throwing fish back and forth, around the store, as tourists crowded around excitedly to watch. If ROCHELLE will show me how to load pictures on to here, I'll put all my seattle pictures up, because words cannot describe the amazingment of Seattle. Seriously. I also went to the rock and roll museum, which was pretty cool. they had an entire room of Jimi Hendrix, a pretty good grunge area, and a big room on Bob Dylan. There was also a big area that taught you how to play all the different instruments of a band. My favorite thing about the trip was just walking. Walking walking walking. My feet hurt. My body hurt. But i didnt care. The weather was so nice, the leaves were so colorful, everything was so bright and happy yet cool and dark. A bunch of very cool "rocker" people. Sucking on Honey sticks. Biting out of the best apple youve ever had. Laughing at my dad's dorkiness. Laughing at myself, realizing our scary similarities of dorktacularness. Stopping every hour for coffee. Talking. Talking with everyone.
LIFE, man.
And now that I'm back home, all the bad life shit has come rushing back. But whatever, fuck it, what can I do about it, what can anyone do about it?!?!?!?!?
I can't really write any more. I wanted to write all the details about my trip but I can't. And you would probably die trying to read it all anyways. sooo.
Class is out, got to go
Seattle is the place to go. All of the streets are hills. So wherever you go, its either uphill or downhill. But it's not too tiring. Everyone is so fucking friendly. I swear to god, I made more friends there than I ever have in Denver, and I live here! there really is a coffee shop like every other building. but it's amazing. The Pike's public market was literally my favorite place in the world. This is so much going on, everyone is cheerful, every fucking day. There is so much jewelry, clothes, food, people, art.....I was walking around and there was this guy who made these really awesome magnets. I can't explain them, but I'll show you them. I ended up buying four. And the guy who was selling them to me was like 15 years older than I was but I got a crush on him. Speaking of crushes, there are also a lot of nice looking guys WITH good attitudes to boot. There are a lot less cell phones, more people. People don't run the stop lights. All the fish is really fresh, all the coffee is really good. Everyone was passionate about music. There were a lot of Concerts there. I could have seen like 10 different bands If i put the effort in. I thought of my friends everywhere I went, and less of Alex, which was really nice, because they are actually worth thinking about. I bought really cool postcards of Jimi and Kurt and James Dean and Bob Dylan and old fashioned movie covers.....And a few of seattle. There are these guys that work at the fish market everyday, and They were so funny to watch, throwing fish back and forth, around the store, as tourists crowded around excitedly to watch. If ROCHELLE will show me how to load pictures on to here, I'll put all my seattle pictures up, because words cannot describe the amazingment of Seattle. Seriously. I also went to the rock and roll museum, which was pretty cool. they had an entire room of Jimi Hendrix, a pretty good grunge area, and a big room on Bob Dylan. There was also a big area that taught you how to play all the different instruments of a band. My favorite thing about the trip was just walking. Walking walking walking. My feet hurt. My body hurt. But i didnt care. The weather was so nice, the leaves were so colorful, everything was so bright and happy yet cool and dark. A bunch of very cool "rocker" people. Sucking on Honey sticks. Biting out of the best apple youve ever had. Laughing at my dad's dorkiness. Laughing at myself, realizing our scary similarities of dorktacularness. Stopping every hour for coffee. Talking. Talking with everyone.
LIFE, man.
And now that I'm back home, all the bad life shit has come rushing back. But whatever, fuck it, what can I do about it, what can anyone do about it?!?!?!?!?
I can't really write any more. I wanted to write all the details about my trip but I can't. And you would probably die trying to read it all anyways. sooo.
Class is out, got to go