I'm baaaaaaaack!

Okay. Begin.

"Bloody hell" is all I can muster at this point in the game. I've tried to go to sleep for hours and hours and hours this summer, but it doesn't work. It worked fine when I was in San Diego, sure, but it won't work when I'm at home, in this house. 

Maybe it is just a mental block. Insomnia doesn't even describe how much staying up hurts.

I'm barely listening to music or watching something on the computer or reading or finishing up a character anaylsis or something. I've got a migraine that hasn't gone away in days, but thanks to 4 blinking white pills every few hours, I've been able to manage it.

I just laid on my bed, under my bed, on my couch, underneath my table with every piece of clothing, blanket and coat that I own. My head feels like it is going to explode. >_<

/end dilemma

I'm working my way through it. Well, hopefully.

Meanwhile, I've got a lovely bunch of photographs that aren't that great at all, but I quite like them.

I kissed a boy in front of a park's public restrooms before. It was actually more of an intense snog session, and I like to come back to it, reflect upon the actions and question what course of action could have been done to have changed anything. It was really funny because I was on the left side of the water fountain and he was on the right side of the fountain. It's so funny to me.

I took a lay in this road here for about 20 minutes the other morning (from about 3:40-4:00am). I looked up and saw a blank street and really thought about what it means to be an empty street. And then I realized that I was hungry.

I love pillars. Ask anyone; they're one of my favorite things ever. I'm completely fascinated by them for some reason. Maybe in a past life, I was a Greek architect. Or maybe I've just read too much about pillars in my current lifetime.

My younger brother is going to grow into his ears and is going to be quite a baker in the future. He gets angry so quick, but he is quite the cool kid when he wants to be.

My sister has always been an example of what it means to be a good person. She can be extremely emotional, but she is the most "human" of all the humans that I've ever met.

I want to live a life of gold. I don't think that I ever really will, but I'll try until my dying breath. I hope that you live the same way too.

No one will ever understand the significance this photo above has for me. It's my least favorite and most hated photo I've ever had the pleasure of seeing and taking.

Construction crane was frightening me, and there was a man (not in the photo) standing on the edge of the building that looked like he was going to fall off at any moment.

I saw a gigantic pile of records and books outside of the thrift store in the middle of town the other evening. As I passed, I wondered how much literature and art has been destroyed in years passed.

I don't care for the open road. I don't use these words very often, but when I do I mean them: "Fuck that shit." I hate the prospects of an expanse of freedom; it only leads to further freedom, confusion and ultimately some form of destruction.

Just some photos that I've taken in the last few days. Hope you liked this. And if you didn't, I hope that you can sleep and dream tonight. Be well.

I will never change. Even without a sufficient amount of sleep or an intense obsession to the fake romance between Ianto Jones and Captain Jack Harkness, I'm still as jolly as a jellybean.

P.S. - I've got to re-do the Comic-Con journal. I promise to get that little book of business up and running soon. 

Again, much love.