I’m back from my hiatus. Everything that happened was amazing. Really too much to process or distill in any reasonable shape, so I’m going to resort to the time-honored random list method.
The word “hiatus,” if you look at it quick, looks like you misspelled “haikus”
I got a lot of great new music from John. He has almost convinced me to get an iPod, after seeing his.
Getting your car broken into in Baltimore is just part of every day life, like going to the store, or watching TV.
If you have a bonfire on the beach in North Carolina, keep it away from the dunes, and don’t leave a beercan, or else you’ll get fined.
There is nothing in the entire world like getting ripped off your ass at the Mount Royal Tavern in Baltimore.
I can barely think of anything I’d like less than to be back in NYC after all the fun I had while I was gone.
It was a fantastic glimpse of what the next year or so will be like while I am travelling.
It’s going to be tortuous to be here this next month, but at least it will probably go by fast.
I’m not real interested in writing in my blog right now. Or even in sitting at my computer. Both of which I usually enjoy quite a bit.
The weather at the Outer Banks was around 70 all week long and was unimaginably spectacular.
I learned that there is such a thing as playing so many games of pool that your body gets really sore from all the shooting.
My pool game is seriously twice as good as it was before I left. I really developed my soft touch.
Big Fish is one of the best movies I have ever seen. If I wasn’t kind of embarrassed about it, I would have cried my eyes out at the end. My little sister and dad didn’t seem to like it that much.
Christmas isn’t an especially important holiday to me. It just doesn’t feel like much of anything.
My birthday is tomorrow. I’ll be 24. It’s gonna be the best year yet. Just like this past year was, and the one before that, except even better than both.
My brother & Aunt and I looked at tarot cards and talked about astrology and stuff for a really long time the night we got to our grandpa’s old place in Worcester.
She also told me the next morning she had some sort of psychic vision or something of me in a few years running around in a field with my daughter.
I don’t have any specific plans to have a daughter right now, but it sounded like a really good vision.
I’ve learned to do this thing where being in a car for extremely long periods of time doesn’t phase me at all anymore.
Me and my brother also visited my other Aunt and her daughter, who shares the same birthday with me, but a year older.
It was really fun. She wants to write a mystery novel, and says she has been reading my journal to mine it for ideas. But she doesn’t read the really long posts. Hopefully she’ll read this one. I think you guys moving to Las Vegas is a great idea, and would love to see you make it happen. You gotta go run and do things that will make you happy.
I don’t even remember all the things that happened on this trip.
I do remember throwing up on the beach in the moonlight on New Year’s Eve. It was magical. I don’t mean that sarcastically.
Sometimes when you’re walking on the beach under the stars and moonlight, it feels like you are walking on some faraway planet in outer space. I fucking love it.
I want to brush up on my knowledge of constellations. It seems important somehow. All I can really find are Orion and the Big Dipper.
Nothing really crazy has to happen in order to have a great time.
I’m still really bored of writing this blog entry… I made a bunch of bullet points when I started this. I’ll probably just stop when I use those all up.
I’m really looking forward to throwing away as much of my stuff as possible during the next few weeks.
It’s crazy how much stuff some people think they need to bring for a week long trip to the beach.
I’m entirely certain now that I can successfully travel for an indefinite amount of time using only one medium sized shoulder bag.
That makes me feel like a hot-shot for some reason. I love being ascetic like that. It would be cool to be able to travel with no luggage at all.
I was thinking at one point during my trip about how some pain is a form of memory. A way of holding onto something that happened in the past. I’m gonna write more about that later on.
One of the differences between NYC and Baltimore is that the actual place of NYC wants people to come there, whereas the place of Baltimore just wants people to stay once you’re there. NYC doesn’t care if you leave, but Baltimore wants to hold onto you forever.
My brother is trying to set me up with one of the daughters of a woman he’s really good friends with in Pittsburgh. The daughter lives here and bartends a couple places. I don’t know if I’ll go meet her or not.
I had a really excellent time with my brother. And with John. Those two especially, but everybody else also. So many good moments and people.
Fuck, I have to go back to work tomorrow. Fuck fuck fuck.
I want to go to bed really bad right now. I think I just might. I’m listening to the Shins. Before, I was listening to Gillian Welch.
Only two more bullet points left. One after this, actually.
Ugh! Being back here sucks.
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