coffee with keller and lacey made my life. wine plans, summer living plans, life plans, we’re a solid group of people. i need to get out and see people more, it makes me feel so alive!

everytime i secretly don’t do breath of fire during yoga, i feel THAT more rebellious

i feel like it’s been to recent since i’ve seen her last, and i am still easily irritated by her oddities.

just arrived home from a freezing bike ride down river road with john z. and molly in search of the best burrito in town. unfortunaly it was CLOSED, but we hit up good ol’ burrito boy instead. mm mm mmm. and hot chocolate when we got back. still have numb nubs of feet though. so sam & the boys are slaughtering their three turkeys for thanksgiving today. i have mixed feelings about this. it seems way too heavy that they are killing them in their own backyard, and just a lot of work (plucking, etc.). it just seems like a lot of stress for these guys a few days before thanksgiving. on the other hand, there turkeys could be slaughtered in a much less humane manner, and i trust that the guys have the best intentions. they just don’t always think enough before doing things. except travis, he seems to be the most level-headed in the house. i hope it’s a fast and clean kill…it’s not too happy to think about.

grandma called today! ha. i love her.

the campbell club was busted last night after a loud frisbee party, everyone who lived in the house was written up. so bogus. the stories i hear (which i assume are true) sound so disrespectful towards the co-ops. what do the police have against us?

man i really don’t want to do my chores.

woke up to monica laughing, after dreaming that she was sharing $98/bar coffee with me. how odd! i’ve been having so many and such strange & close to reality dreams lately, i sort of dislike it. also, i always wake up mid-night sweaty and too hot under my down comforter. never when sam is here though, which is a little backwards. got up too early for pancakes with alayna that i didn’t really want to have, but no one was downstairs, except a sad john. he had been waiting up for trip/jasmine since seven, could hear them down the hall, but they never came to meet him. it’s abnormal seeing john glum. oh devil makes three pandora, i love you. i wonder what i’ll get done today.

i realize & accept that it may be both inconsistent & over-consistent, depending on the day, moment, or amount of caffeine & inspiration in my bloodstream. all i need is a reliable output of my thoughts that is easily accessible and manipulated. here goes, best of luck

i’m alex. i wear a lot of teal. i would love to live in a treehouse someday and travel around the country, if not world. i’m both and observer and a participant in life. the universe and the depths of the sea ground me. i dig music, and could see myself as a music magazine photojournalist/journalist someday, if i don’t make it to outer space first. let’s go on an adventure.