Listening to: Chris Tomlin - How great is our God
Mood: "Sing with me..."

I love the days when you feel so alive, breathing, knowing that breath is a gift.

Listening to: Chantal Kreviazuk - In This Life
Mood: "You're not a superstar."

from my screenplay (somewhere in the first act. i'm working on the second act now, but i like taking things out of context today, apparently.)

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A gust of wind sweeps the balloon from young Estlin’s grasp and blows his hair wildly as he watches the balloon taken into the low, swift clouds.

Estlin’s mother, REBECCA CUMMINGS, walks out, baby on hip, and sits beside him.

REBECCA
Hi baby.

Estlin looks at his feet and back up. Rebecca looks up at the wasted balloon, then to Estlin.

YOUNG ESTLIN
The balloon man wasn’t so scary today.

REBECCA
(smiling)
Well that’s good, sweetheart.

Rebecca looks back up at the balloon, nearly out of sight now.

REBECCA (CON’T)
Baby, you know they don’t like to be held, anyway. Remember what mother told you about things that fly?

Estlin nods and stares up with tears welling.

YOUNG ESTLIN
They like to be free.

A beat. Rebecca looks at her son sympathetically.

REBECCA
That’s right.

Rebecca kisses his forehead and pulls him close and looks up.

REBECCA (CON’T)
That’s right, my baby.

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And a random picture:



(Adam's dirty Lexus. Irony is fun. Ironically, I'm listening to Ironic by Alanis Morrisette right now. The acoustic version is amazing.)

Listening to: Red House Painters - Have You Forgotten?
Mood: "Somehow they feel up, and you feel down."

Traffic was bad because of an accident today. When I passed the wreckage I saw a kid my age sitting on the side of the road, and another one motionless in the driver's side of the car with a plastic neckbrace shoving his head unnaturally back on the headrest. His arms hung. I'm not sure if he was okay.

Even then, I was so mad because people didn't just keep driving.

I haven't cried in a while - but I was disturbed that my priorities have shifted so much that my reputation at work was the dominant concern in my head after seeing what I had just seen.

I feel so far away.

Photoshoots are fun. Adam wanted to be on myspace, so I took a few pictures of him. This was my favorite. (I hope you don't mind me posting this, Adam.)




(I love my camera.)

Listening to: Round Here - Counting Crows
Mood: Something Radiates

"Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same"

The limb.


"Much love from me for Chris. RIP. 7-5-04."


"Betty + Armi '05."


"Travis Loves Jenn."

I was just thinking.

I've been in relationships before, real ones. And while there are a few things I don't miss, I really miss having one person to whom I can say,

I love you, unequivocally.

This isn't melodramatic;

I was just thinking.

Listening to: Sigur Ros - Untitled 4.
Mood: Hopelandic.

Adam and I drove a few hours to see Arizona. Turns out, it's amazing. A tiny little sign led us to this natural land bridge. Here are a few pictures.



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Happy Birthday, Matt.

“Between the night and the morning?”
Beauty would drink of my mind.
Youth would awhile forget
my youth is gone from me.

-Ezra Pound

(I can't believe I'm 22.)