Hazy Daisie

It's been so long it almost seems like a new beginning.

Last night I recall beating someone repeatedly before I woke. There was no real disillusioned, or blown out of proportion feeling to the dream. I was with my family, having some sort of picnic with my niece, Melody. There were men chasing us about because of some conflict I had with them. I've never been one for conflict, so I attacked them from the safety of the dream world I was in. Their numbers seemed to grow, as they chased me through the environment of middle class themed family restaurants and grassy hills. Once I began to hide they were more apparent in their disorganized state of pursuit. As they grew separated I found myself feeling more secure to combat them, but as I did I noticed the others closing in and would flee again. Now that I was able to lose them, I was free to return to my niece and family.

It was really a beautiful dream, but when I awoke I realized that I had some responsibilities today that required my attention. I am going to Central Casting, in Burbank, for a course in background acting.

These are the daze of our lives.

-a

Thank Glob It's Friday

It's been a year since I arrived in San Francisco. I have been lucky enough to be able to explore the coast more than I would have expected, thanks to some good friends. Without those friends life would have been much more stationary- stable. While looking back lustfully is strictly forbidden, there are events which made us what we are today. Everyone and everything that has swept through this life has been a godsend. My gratitude is consistently refreshing itself. Thanks you everyone.

If I Told You I Would Have To Spill You

What's awesome about this coast is that it leaves you feeling overwhelmed with nurturing nature. Two days ago I got back from Seattle, and it's respective neighbors Kennawick, Spokane, and Portland. These were wonderful cities, and now that I'm home in SF it's clearer that we have indeed found it. We know it because we see it. We see it because we know it.

I'm missing Chicago quite a lot lately. I was where I built my identity, so it seems only natural. There's more to it than that though. When thinking about McHenry I feel security. I feel that the closest my environment has ever been to being consistent was there. I loved that about it, but it also forced me to leave.

Golden Gait Pork

Dear Diary,

Happy Yogurt in Sunset is the best deal on you-know-what that I've had in a long time. So tasty. Anjali and I went to Golden Gate Park today and took some great photos. Have a gander. Have a goose. Have a cow. We also sucked down some killer Polish sausage. Fffffffff...