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Ww wtring kith yeys closed while litening to rtibal music its so cool i get into it lots yea mom want to know what i'm doing. i fdunno

we scattered the aswes of my griend bruce... it was veautiful... the snowstorm hit us just as we were doing that.

first sno w of the season for me
i liked lots


we're overueating noe on purpose... i think... just eating often.. not too much... but when you start eatinh you get addicted to eating often... byut i like the foor it's good yea

we got lots of good pics i ll post em whan i get them developed


everythinh 's spoiinhg and i feel sick onow

repent

eghh
oooh
not good
sick


uuuuuuuuuuuuuh

not drunk just happyy

yea that's it
just causer i cant sit up strait dont mran that i cant write wgll

Whgeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

NOt drunk, I swear

Sex is violent drinking with ad family yo. mmm mixig alcohols

kinda disturbed by mother watning to do pot , oh weel

listening t tom waits, ice qube and natural born illers

mmm tequilla wine beer and whiskey not in that order
hanging with the bitches

taking lots of drunken pics

weheeee

Excerpt from a letter.

It's christmas morning. We went to the most amazing event for christmas eve. A two hour drive to Taos Pueblo, the longest continually inhabited buildings in the united states (12th century, I believe), where once a year an indian ceremony is held as it has been for hundreds of years. The burning of a couple dozen gigantic bonfires with flames reaching thirty feet, accompanied by a procession of a statue of the Virgin Mary from the little catholic church, with chanting, church bells tolling, the crack of the rifle shots, and the roar of the flames as the soundtrack. Incredibly powerful space.

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The incredible aggression of the LA bus driver doing what she must do constantly to cut through the near rush hour traffic while keeping perfectly calm about it all.

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I love traveling. The ever-changing panorama of colors, shapes, and faces. All for no longer than an instant. Just a mental snapshot, the camera is not yet quic

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I gave myself an extensive tour of the county courthouse. It being sunday it was virtually abandoned. It used to be a Spanish mission, I believe, and it has been completely renovated but it has that centuries old feel to it with modern guts like a stained glass "break in case of fire" cabinets. Wish I had my camera with me, now that I've bought some film. Oh, well. It never gets developed anyways.

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Couldn't get excited at a toy store. I must be getting old. Will try again later.
OMGohmigod!!! Now here is my version of a toy store-the local art supply shoppe... drool... Walked out an hour later with a huge childish grin.

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Sitting on a rickety bus hobbling along sunny suburban streets, not caring that my jeans are riding up higher than a Vegas cowboy's and that I'm decidedly overdressed. Reading the outpour of thy thoughts written long ago I become sentimental.

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The interfriend gift-giving is getting out of hand. The necessity for matching the values of the gifts is being pushed with a touch too much emphasis.

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I saw the most incredible sunset a few days ago. Definitely in my top three. The sun was not visible, but it has not yet set. The sky was a rich blue. And set off against it were dozens of small clouds set ablaze in golds and oranges.

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I can't wait to be with my Mom again. To taste Her mix of Polish, five element Indian, and southwestern cooking (ever had a sauerkraut and cayenne burrito?). To see Her new house and Her decoration of it (which I adore). But most, to have Her guidance, which I have recently started to respect and admire.

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Not meeting deadlines for self-reliance, not having my own place, and wearing out my welcome I left the place where I have been staying to become a member of Santa Barbara's homeless population. It wasn't meant to last long, as I had some job prospects, and a plane ticket to see my mother in a week. In fact it only lasted two nights, as my friends couldn't stand the idea of me sleeping under a bridge downtown, wrapped in a strip of discarded carpet, accompanied by some homeless potheads (who happened to be some of the nicest people I have met), so they convinced my previous host to take me back. Reluctantly, I set my dignity aside for a real bed.

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I've had a realization, a while back, of how beautiful this place is. Just having the ocean a five-minute walk away from the campus is incredible. The sky is blue almost every day. Even though it's mid-december the grass is green and a good half of the trees are too. It's a bit difficult to get used to.

Possible lyrics:

Nie mam mysli
Nie mam ciebie
Nie mam nic
Mam tylko siebie.

A new hope.

A three hour walk and some creative math put a new perspective on the situation. And the noodles with eggs didn't quite taste right this time. Falling in love with art photography again. Currently oscilating away from graphic design, as it's becoming less fun, and towards music, even though the hardware requirements are much steeper for a career in the latter and the theory is rather intimidating.

LALALALALA...

Yay! I'm going to go visit my mom in Santa Fe for christmas; I almost have a job; I'm almost homeless; I'm having a blast setting up the electornic music show at my college; I'm almost out of school; and I'm having a great time. And remember, no news is good news ^_^