this is where we look for things
01.11.02 - 11:04
'home is where the heart is, but your heart had to roam...'
so i'm home now. i guess. it's so weird. i mean, it's not like houston is really so much home anymore. i mean, not that it's NOT home. it's just...i don't know. i'm wearing my class ring. that's kinda weird. i'm writing this entry on my own laptop hooked up to the internet in my own house. there's something new and exciting. it's 11. i didn't sleep on the plane and i didn't nap all afternoon/evening so i guess if i read a little and go to bed now i should be pretty much normal. that would be so cool to skip jet lag. listening to giovanni ribisi on the virgin suicides soundtrack's last track, suicide underground. it's strange that i still haven't seen this movie and now i'm so far behind as far as media's concerned that it's discouraging to even think about going to the movies or picking out a new cd (i've been fiending for vespertine and i haven't even heard it yet) because i just have no clue. i've got a short list and i guess we'll just work from there.
i think i've just been in motion so long that inertia's doing its thing and i need to stay in motion. a month here, i think. a month and working and saving and investigating and setting up and california. i'm so excited. i mean, houston was fine. i'm just done with it now. time to move on. i have to be by the water. i mean, really.
