Its come to my attention that there are a few lurkers out there who know me, yet I have no idea who they are. So, in case you are wondering why I have gone and made 3 months of entries disappear, it's because this journal is now:


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and because Tumblr is easier to update:

http://letthewookieewin.tumblr.com/

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It's not the music thats been playing in malls for the last two months.  It isn't the multitude of bazaars in Rockwell and Cuenca, nor is it the e-mails of friends relaying their travel details to me.  It isn't even the tree we put up at the end of October.

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You aren't American.  The elections hardly affect you.  You know little to nothing of his politics. So why do you act like you care?

Sometimes I hate dreaming.  Especially when you wake up and you realize your life is still just as mundane.

This is why you're my best friend and you need to come home right now. Its conversations like this that remind me that you and me > everyone else.  I miss you.

Carlo Casas: dude

Carlo Casas: am i intimidating?
Carlo Casas: kanina my friends
Carlo Casas: are like
Carlo Casas: "you know casas, you're really intimidating to talk to at first"
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