I need to get back in the habit of doing this. Friday night into Saturday I didn't sleep at all, and consequently felt like shit for quite a while. I felt so happy to sleep in my own bed, like a little kid. On another note, I wish I was better at understanding people. Maybe it's just the simple fact that people are composed of so many different layers that it isn't easy to fully 'know someone'. Then again, how would you ever get to know anybody or develop meaningful relationships or friendships if you knew everything about everyone. Life is basically about learning how to read people, or at least that's my faux-philosophical idea of the day. Today I had planned on having no plans, but instead went to a soccer game with my friend and his brother and had a good time. I need blogging because otherwise I have too many loose thoughts in my head that swirl about.
The song of the day is 12:51 by the Strokes, partly because I just looked down at the time and it was incidentally 12:51. I promise I will have a Europe section of the blog soon, but at least some of my Switzerland photos are done and on facebook. It's a start.
I'm looking forward to school. Call me crazy.

It's been a while. I was determined to write a journal entry for everyday of my travels, and then post them on here and that went well... pause not. I failed to write for any of the days, but instead took a lot of pictures to document my days. Unfortunately my lens was dirty and I have to edit out little spots on every single picture. It's a tremendous nuisance. It's hard to get back into blogging after such a long break. Hopefully in the next few days I'll have some long and photo-filled accounts of my trip to Europe, but I am overly lazy at the moment. I have had a really good few days back, and I am no longer jet lagged.

From the moment the sun woke me up this morning I've been enormously busy. For the past few days my house has been like an ant colony, with everyone frantically dealing with chores to get ready for the trip. In a matter of hours I am heading off for some European mountain adventures, and I am very much in traveling mode. I love the going to unknown places and for the past few weeks I have been longing for a change of scene. My bags are fully packed and I await the horrid smells of airports/airplanes. They smell of stress. I'm going to miss the blogworld and people for a while. Arrivederci!
Your English is Good by Tokyo Police Club

I don't feel like blogging right now, but since I do everyday I feel the need to. If I hadn't gone to Comet Pond today, everything would have been terrible. Swimming eased my feverish head and I felt newly energized. When I got home I became tired, hot and surly once more. It started to thunder and rain so hard you couldn't see much. I ran outside and let the drops hit me, feeling like the man at the end of Shawshank Redemption, but far less so. Why do I always try to relate myself to films?
Like Dylan at the Movies by Belle and Sebastian

The best thing that happened today was going to the doctors office, as unusual as it sounds. I was sitting in a chair, directly adjacent to a colorful aquarium, waiting for my appointment, when Latino family with about five kids entered. As they walked towards a desk, their little boy sprinted directly towards me, drawn to the vibrant fish. He couldn't have been more than ten years old, and he was the funniest looking kid. He had slicked back hair to match his extremely cartoonish face. This face was a big head, with a pointy nose and large, protruding ears. His smile instantly made me smile and made me feel better. He was wearing ridiculously long shorts, a sleevless shirt with a huge jesus piece around his neck. He unabashedly walked up to me and asked me "Which fishie is your favorite?", and began to talk to me hurriedly as if we were old friends. I told him that I liked the starfish the most and he started tapping the glass trying to get it to move. After losing interest he started to name all the fish and abruptly asked me if I thought large shell in the tank 'would be a nice place to live'. The conversation lasted until the nurse called me in. I am on so many meds right now.
Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie. I recommend watching the video and listening to this song if you have a moment.

Since I have been not feeling well the past few days and it has been raining constantly, I decided to watch all three Lord of the Rings films in order. I felt like a forty year old nerd who has a house full of mint condition action figures, but on the other hand it took my mind of the agony of my throat. I don't have strep or anything, but whenever I breathe I get a sharp and jarring pain, but enough about that for now. I had a brilliant idea today when I was thinking about the fact that I will be missing about 3 weeks of blogging when I go to Europe. The idea is to actually write a journal by hand of my travels in a little old notebook my grandpa gave me, and then put them on here when I get back!
Random thought of 12:01. Everyone has there own ideas, stories and problems and the fact that we all try to understand each other over the course of our lives is intriguing. I wish I was better with words to describe the maze of thoughts in my head right now. Summer Skin by Death Cab

I woke up this morning and felt just as shitty as I did yesterday, so I lay in bed for a few hours, staring at the ceiling, which did the trick and I felt much better. My family went to the beach today with the Friedman's and it was a fantastic day. It was by no means stereotypical beach weather, but I prefer the ocean when it's cloudy and windy with a 70% chance of rain. I really want to go to the beach in the winter sometime, like in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (thats a link to see it). The sound of the surf hitting the shore and the gulls shrieking are ones I can't go long without, I realized. Imagine living in Kansas and never seeing the seaside. I found that the hour and some car rides each way were almost as good as the beach, as we listened to so many songs. If this day was a facebook status I would 'like it' probably twice, if thats even possible.. My street cred and self-respect is in tatters after that last sentence. Lua by Conor Oberst is my favorite song of the voyage to Plum Island today.