For now, living out of boxes

Flakes of Dust

It's 4:11 a.m.

Life Goals:

Goal #1: Be better.

Let's see what happens.

Alone with My Thoughts

While in Rome:

When I think about where I am and what I’ve been doing with my life for the past month or so, it makes me smile.

Money does buy happiness.

Never seen so many priests and nuns walking through the general population before. Sat next to a nun on the metro today. I felt sacrilegious playing songs on my iTouch with curse words in them. There was a little boy who was walking through the metro playing the accordion. The nun was the only one who gave the boy any money.

This probably sounds ignorant, because I don’t personally know any nuns, but I just wonder if it isn’t depressing to be in the world outside their sanctuaries. Do they only see the sins that pockmark other people’s lives? Do they only see pain and suffering? Do they only see the flaws in God’s little statuettes? Or maybe they just see the beauty of them.

Despite all the designers originating from Italy, no one’s really that well dressed here.

You ever have a friend from high school whose eyes always involuntarily twitched? Mine are starting to. No idea why.

If I could choose one adjective to summarize Connie, I would choose "Connie."

I don’t seem to have to the charisma lately to turn “it” on.

Random thoughts while traveling through England:

a) General inquisitiveness about everything around me: stairs, expressions, the fashion industry, adverts, how transportation operates...

b) Feeling like a mouse in a maze.

c) God, I need to learn Chinese.

d) What is American food?
e) I have wrinkles. (Actually, this one's while looking in the mirror.)


Sorry, no pictures. Refer to the Facebook.

Every clown fish will forever be named Nemo