… and its funny. my london journals are all full of similar quotes and stories and ideas that my life is the most dramatic thing that could possibly be happening. but, we cannot lose that feeling entirely, because where then would our blog be?
i am decompressing in brooklyn. i was sad to get back. it was pouring rain, violently, when i got back here, and it was just another little sign to leave. my flight home got delayed because we landed in thunderstorms, and it looked like it was the end of the world. or, the end of the world portrayed by a beautiful cinematography. we had to get through all these thunderclouds shooting lightening bolts so we could land. it was pretty and scary but mostly pretty. or, mostly scary… at the time. but i think i will remember it being mostly pretty.
i wanted to relax this weekend after getting back but i partied too much and did too much and already worked too much, and,,,, its why i need to leave this city for awhile. for a person who is bad at saying no, ny is too tempting a place to be.
UGH i just wrote a lot but took a big break in between and the rest was lost. i will write more of what i wrote later on. its too annoying to re do it all right now.
some funny portland things that were said:
how we renamed the band called ‘dirty mittens’ a million different ways: dirty kittens, flattened kittens (i think im the only sicko who thought this was funny), lost mittens
“my ten year plan is for my mom to win the lottery”- alex
“i dont want to teach in a religious school bc then i cant tell my students about erosion.” -leah
when we were playing apples to apples and alex you were in charge with the card IMPORTANT and you narrowed it down to my card and ryans card (but you didnt know that), and my card was BRAINS and ryans was BLOOD. and you were like well, you can lose a little blood and be ok but you cant lose brains. and ryan or patrick was like ‘what do you think we are doing EVERY night!’ hahah.
there are many more. i wrote some down on a piece of paper i cant find but i will.
i will post pictures as soon as i get my camera back from leah, in ct. bc i was the worst packer in existence. i think i literally left 3 pairs of sunglasses there!