I just wish

wish I had a giant climbable book case.

I'm going to make that happen now.
My own personal, intellectual mountain to climb.
No hand chalk needed. No Cliff bars, but maybe a snack afterwords. 

Definitely.

Years From Now When You Are Weary

by Julia Kasdorf

and worn out, wondering how you'll pay
a bill or make the rent or meet a deadline

set by some thoughtless boss—and kid,
such days will come—remember yourself

at five: hair light from the sun or just from
being young, new lunchbox pasted

with butterflies, how you hung your backpack
on a hook, then wouldn't let me take your picture

on the first day of school, sending me
out of that classroom, to the car, to my job

where a pair of bats flapped in the hallway.
Bats may be just bats, but one darted

into my office, quick as the boxer's head
that bobs and weaves and never gets hit.

It landed and hung from the drapes, upside
down, as you hung in my body for a while.

Bats are not the only flying mammals.
That afternoon in line for the bus, you cried,

so tired you thought you'd fall asleep
and miss your stop. Years from now, child,

in some helpless dusk, remember that fatigue
but how you made it home to me anyway

in the care of a kind farmer—bus driver.
Recall that once I arrived late, your bus

gone, and when I found you, carefully seated
by a coffeepot in a corner of a dim garage

at the school bus lot, you just said, Let's go,
Mama. Don't tell anyone about this. 

There will come a time

There will come a time that you can no longer dance. So,

you should. Because watching this makes you smile, and it's because

dancing is so much childish exuberance and innocence and pure joy.

Because in that moment, nothing else matters. So if you can,

you should dance. &if you can, you should try to 

dance with someone else.

Love and be loved. Dance and be danced with. Live and be lived with.

Mexico wanderlust

So I'm reading this great article about traveling to Mexico and how it's safer than Texas, and then i'm feeling all pumped to go to my mom/grandpa's hometown, Durango. It's not that bad, lonely planet says and I reeeeallly want to go. 
Then it says, "The US warns against ‘non-essential travel’ to just four of Mexico’s 31 states (all in the north: Chihuahua, Coahuila, Durango and Tamaulipas)" GOD DAMNIT.

I'll never be happy in my home town.  
WHY?

I just want to get my travel blog up and my feet going.
So I can share it with John and everyone I care about and actually make a good one. Cause I haven't seen any. ARG.

This weekend is going to last forever

Endless party
till I die

Hello, New Obsession.

I miss Sliders though. (Season 1-2 exclusively)

Depressed?

Just watched the most depressing fucking movie ever.
Literally, want to kill myself. That's what it was all about.Way to take away the pseudo inspiration I got from that Chris Guillebeau talk.Jesus christ. I guess I should have expected it, it all being about Yukio Mishima. But God, now I just feel, to quote the movie,



empty.


Maybe I should stop watching recommended movies I don't know about.
There goes my sense of adventure along with my will to live.


That's the line of my life.