Yuko, Jason and Sage are so sweet. I love my card. ♥

1. I'm glad things didn't work out between us.
2. Why are you such an infant? It's sad that I have to ask this question to three of my favorite people.
3. I'm losing all of my friends by saying things like that. I can feel them slipping.
4. "Blue Valentine" is depressing. I wish I'd seen "Biutiful" instead. Oh well- seeing it later today with two awesome people.
5. Friday came and went once again. The weeks are going by unsettlingly quickly. Want to be happy about that, but really I'm just sad.
6. Arcade Fire, all day, every day. It makes things bearable.
7. Exactly one month until Guatemala. Hopefully expectations won't be greater than reality, but that fateful inequality usually holds true. MUST KEEP HOPES UP.

Read an article about the use music has for us (read here). I think it poses some really solid ideas... ones that I definitely believe. I have awfully blurry memories, but music never ceases to bring back such specific feelings. Kudos to Joe Manning on this one.

I dreamt of Melanie last night, for the first time in months. Although I never saw her face, the dream itself was extremely vivid. I could feel that she was nearby. We went to a lot of the places we used to frequent, but each of them felt almost foreign. We were at the steps of her front porch, at the house she used to live in, down the street... but it was different. Strange sentiments had been written on the steps and they felt significant, but I couldn’t read them. Everything was so alien. The emotions, the texture, the colors, the smells. Even the sky felt somehow unfamiliar.

It was a strange dream, but I miss her dearly. I wish she were here.

"Amelie" is making my day so much better.

I consider myself very lucky to have a friend like you... and I mean that. I hope that you'll stay in my life for a long, long time.

I love my mom.

I thought I was going to spend all of last night home alone, swallowing sadness and Reese's cups. But then, after trying and failing to hang out with at least eight of my friends, two of them finally obliged. I had Vietnamese food, and it was pretty delicious. Saw a shitty movie (the Roommate, lol). Felt like me again.

Also, got my passport in the mail today. Many yays. :3

I want my own Jim. Please?

Note: These two thoughts are related in no way, shape, or form.

"... I ain't ever gonna understand last night." I have so much grey area in my life already; I should stop before I start... but I guess it's too late. No man wants anything to do with me. The select few that do only want me, but not to be with me. Somehow, I still manage to get in these predicaments.

I'm never going to win. I can appreciate the fact that life is challenging; it makes it worth living. But... am I ever going to catch a break? I know that I'm not a (excuse the following excessive cliché) poor, starving, AIDs-infected child lacking access to clean drinking water or even the simplest healthcare. I'm just being whiny, I suppose.