i'm ok with a 2.

she's in SF this time. i swear she's nuts.

for the first time in weeks, i don't want to shoot myself in the throat. the itchiness is gone. the headache is gone. and i can BREATHE. a huge thank you to HEB's version of dayquil. all 8 ounces of it made it back with me on the double A. turns out the sick day was legit...and the 12 hours of nonstop sleep was the cherry on top. it was fun, and i threw my diamond in the sky (cuz i felt the vibe), but it's good to be back...back at home...on my couch...in my pajamas. the sticky rice wasn't as sticky as i remembered it being...and the mango wasn't as sweet. the taxi driver said i had a pretty face for a 17 year old & i looked away to avoid the familiar buildings as he drove me through the west side. i think i've lost all loyalty to the great state and sitting outside for an early morning crepe today confirmed just that. perfect 70 degrees outside on a saturday morning drinking hot tea and watching the cars drive by...and the runners pass by...while i ate my banana/nutella crepe. i would do that every morning if i could. it was one of those moments.

i think i've grown to be a little more cynical. actually....maybe it's not being cynical but more like not having any expectations. if you don't have any expectations from friends, relationships, or job....then you cant really be disappointed. and when something great happens, you notice it and savor the moment for what it's worth. a phone call for absolutely no reason...a promotion...a trip...a thank you...it's always better when it's unexpected. the only thing i do have expectations for is myself. i expect myself to evolve, i expect myself to question things, i expect to push myself. and that's all i really need.

it's may. how did that happen?

next on the agenda: hawaii.