

know what it's like to try and stuff that last pair of jeans into a full duffel bag, where you have to zip each side up to try and get it in there and stuff it hard in as you think the zipper is about to bust. that's exactly how my brain feels with information and awe on this trip as I try to stuff more and more in without getting a bigger duffel bag and just hoping that the zipper won't break and can hold it all, c'mon brain you can do it.
that really makes me want some stuff. well, thanksgiving is coming soon and that means lots of stuff-ing.
Taking care of the fun stuff first.
Too much adult stuff going on lately.
We should be in a relationship tonight.
go for broke...180 > 900.
thanks for everything mont ripley.
cool ice stuff man.
this stuff is huge, gigantic, enormous, and all i could ever want since i was a little kid, one dream and destination come true.
i really need to filter out my projects, narrow them down, mostly the stuff for others, and find a way to focus on the big things i want to do and making a living off of them.
looking for someone who brings out the fruit in me.
at the end of the day we all need to get stuff done, but not at the beginning.
i think i should attempt a blog that is entirely written in ridiculous analogies, and people commenting would have to guess what the analogy is for.
pow pow! bring it on! 17 inches of freshies! 17 inches of powder! the white stuff, snow...woo hoo!
fail big, succeed bigger.
sleep is for the weekends.
at least i know i can still cry.
like shards, broken like shards.
i can no longer match the best player on the team.
either it melts too easy or it's made of really good stuff.
i just want to move ahead, i just want to stay in bed, i just want to be myself, but it's a struggle.
fresh off the fruit press.
as long as everyone knows where the fruit originated.
want to write my blog for me tonight, just write some random stuff about mesa verde, the four corners, and my new host family.
the falling snow insulates our love.
this house is full of love, full to its capacity, yet as the piano rings out we all manage to stuff more and more love into this place.