Ugh!

Ugh! this is so frustrating. I have a hundred ideas for my story and no one to bounce ideas off of. l8r.

Weekend.

I had a great weekend. I spent it helping my aunt in her flower shop, in San Francisco. I got to walk up and down haight street too. They have a bunch of really cool shops there. lol as I was walking down the street a guy in a olive green shirt with dreadlocks and a big smile popped out of nis window and said hi. That was cool, and there was a really good violinist playing in the sidewalk. I mostly window shopped, didn't feel the need to buy anything. The one downside to this whole weekend was the weather, it was just...nuts. It was freezing cold on saturday in san fran and ugh it was just absolutly crazy. I admire all the people who were out walking in san fran on saturday, because that weather was just wacky. Well I'm tired, so yeah L8r.

Like A Puzzle

'When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.' -John Muir

For me this explains why it's so hard to do anything to help the world, I'm not saying we shouldn't at least try. I'm just saying that, to solve one problem, you have to solve a hundred others. Like a puzzle, you have to have all the pieces in the right places in the right way to make it fit. Well our world works the same way, in order to improve this we have to fix that, in order to fix that we have finish the thing over there. And the line of dependance just goes on and on until you've come full circle. And just like a incredibly complicated puzzle, you have to see the bigger picture, to know where everything goes. Big problem is no one knows what the bigger picture is? Do we ever find out? I don't know. That's not something I can answer. But maybe if we stand far back enough, for just a little bit, we can see a bigger piece of the picture. And when we've seen several large pieces of the picture we can connect all the pieces together, and at least get an idea, of what the bigger pictures about. It's why I'm standing and staring from the sidelines right now, to try to find some actual answers. So to everyone who stands at the sidelines with me, do you know why you stand there?

:) L8r. and Good Luck.

I miss my home....

Pierdo mi hogar......

Who

I've heard that people are scared to show who they are when they don't know who they are. And their scared that someone else may find out before they do. And face it when you don't know who you are you unwillingly become what the first to discover who (they think) you are says. I don't know if that made sense to any one else, but that's ok, it made sense to me. I think I've finally learned that who I am, and who I become, is up to me.

I think I'm ready now.........

For the world to see me.........

Funny/Scary

The only thing scarier then some of

these pics is when someone feels all of these at the same time. (lol it explains why some of my friends found so scary)

Silently Speaking.

Sometimes, when theirs no that I can trust to listen to what I have to think. I pretend as though I'm writing a story or letter, and think as if I'm the narrator. I don't know if it's normal, and I don't care, it helps sometimes. Because without turning them into a story, my thoughts are incredibly chaotic. Just felt like sharing that, L8r.