January 2010
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Euphoria
The world is still. Everything is at peace. All I hear is the wind rushing by my ears, silence, rushing, silence, rocking between the two like a broken record. My feet kick out, tuck under, kick out, tuck under. Light as a feather, free as a bird. What a perfect word to describe this: Free.
It’s 3:30AM. What else would a trio of awake teenagers do? Let’s go for a walk, we decide....
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She likes a lot of whipped cream.
Woke up with too much to do already. Gather project, gather signs, gather intelligence. But today should be a good day. It is the second Free Hug Friday, after all. Loren makes this event so much better. She carries around a big sign and gets over 100 hugs. It makes me feel like I am at least making a difference. I wear a smaller sign around my neck, and don’t really ask for many, probably...
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Why do I feel like duct tape?
Note to self: You get attached way to easily. Then, you let the inconsequential bother you too much. Don’t stick to every idea the moment it pops into your head. Don’t let trivial nonsense ruin your day.
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It was love at first sight.
Last night, we ventured out into previously uncharted, unmarked, unknown territory: the Vintage Theater.
Steph joined Joe & I on this new adventure. Since late August, the show scene has become a place that Joe and I frequent, but we’ve since occasionally picked up a few stragglers.
The aura inside was amazing. Perfect photographs hung upon the perfect shades of perfect colors...
Snow Daze.
As previously mentioned, I love photos. Taking them, looking at them, whatever.
Today was, unfortunately, a snow day. So, I decided to make the best of it.
I hopped in my car with no set destination. I stopped on the road wherever I pleased.
I stood in the cold, feet frozen in my chucks. I snapped at anything that tickled my fancy.
I pulled over my car and set on the hazards. I received a...
Spread Love. →
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Child, you've got potential, you've got graffiti...
What do you want to do with your life? The awkward set of small talk questions often includes the previously mentioned. I’m sixteen years old, and still only have a vague image holding partial shreds of an answer. But I lately find the picture getting a little clearer.
Three things breathe fire into my life. Music, Artsy Things, and the Idea of Love.
My relationship with music is...
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“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it....”
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New Year, New... ?
Technically, to me, it’s just another day. So, instead of __/__/09, it’s __/__10. Big deal. In all reality, it’s just a way to keep track of time. It doesn’t change anything. The days aren’t new. They don’t see it as a “new year.” But we do. Why do we decide to change, just because the last two digits of the date does? What makes January 1st inspire...