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In the past week and a half I...

~Bought 2 Harry Potter 7 books
~Was the backbone of winning 2 beer pong games and got tipsy by noon
~Peed in a bush with complete strangers guarding each side of me
~Was almost conned into crowd surfing
~Got kicked in the face
~Learned how to make meatballs, "Italy-ian" style
~Temporarily re-united with school friends of whom I may never see again
~Rode several roller coasters in the company of a plastic horse
~Saw a circus show
~Applied to a school 7 hours more north
~Taught how to play poker (and won)
~Became closer to the family by unfortunate turn
~Am more lost than ever in thought and confusion

Where treasure is, there will be heart also.

Virginia Lee Gutekunst.

The decision to take her off of life support was made last night. I couldn't move from my foot wide, white tile behind and to the right of her bed as the nurse continued every step leading to the end. I watched because I had to.

Nothing anyone else says to me is going to make me feel better. Nothing anyone else does for me will make me feel better. It's completely untrue though... we feed from not only our own experiences, but from the experiences we are told about through others, through the second hand feelings of what our close friends, and even distant ones, go through. Everyone needs help. We learn from them... then in turn find ways to overcome and become stronger.

White Trash

Yesterday I was informed of the most startling news: my blog is boring. Well... maybe "startling" is not the exact word or trust I was intending to convince you of... but anywho. I have vouched to myself to attempt to care more about keeping up with the blogging. I wouldn't like to come off as a boring person, I would hate to reveal my complete true personality all in one swift sweep of my blog.

In discussion via phone of Katie's latest post in combination with discussion of a "curious of same sex" male facebook stalker the end result consisted of epical manic mental images of me lounged nude with a penis atop the short bus. I was grudgingly convinced to write about it.