I'm so proud of myself, I got at least something for each of my six family members I'll see on Christmas, all in one trip. And I shopped at all local independent businesses, bought work by local artists and designers, and I barely spent any money ( Read more... )

I was just led on a ghost tour through the dusty,  underground caverns of the Crest Theatre and now I feel like I'm going to die. I imagine this is what it's like to smoke cigarettes.

Today the clouds parted just in time for the sunset. I rode my bike to the top of the Sacramento City College parking garage, five stories high, which offers the best legal view of the sky around. It's the same view I got when I would sneak up to my high school's roof for sunset makeouts, but even better ( Read more... )

One time last fall I was baking banana bread at like 2 a.m., and my mom woke up and came downstairs just to tell me how good it smelled. I'm baking banana bread right now, and it smells pretty good, and my house is empty and messy ( Read more... )

I had a dream this morning that I kissed a boy and then he shot himself in the face, and I got blood splattered on me. What does THAT say about relationship issues. To be fair, I also had just told him he was responsible for someone else being paralyzed for life, or something ( Read more... )

How come all my Facebook "Recommended Photos" are pictures of guys I've had crushes on, and Ian.

I was supposed to fly to New York on Wednesday and be on the way to Ann Arbor right now with Drake, but instead I've been stuck in bed and on the couch with a cold. I guess my body reached its adventure quota for the summer ( Read more... )

Did any of you have to read Tuck Everlasting in elementary school? We read it in fourth grade and it was one of my favorites. I'm reading it again now, and I'd forgotten what a tragically romantic book it is for a little kid to read. An older dreamboat boy proposing that he wait six years for you and then asking you to be 17 with him forever so you ( Read more... )

Don't you hate it when you think you're getting a call from a boy, but instead it's your mostly deaf grandmother asking where you're living for the 36th time in two months?

I'm trying to record a song I wrote, but my voice isn't good enough to hit all the notes.

=frustrated!

I wrote a poem last night at 4:30 a.m. when I couldn't sleep. It's all true ( Read more... )