Hey Anthony, I miss you!

"Take me from this place I know, the ruined landscapes that I once called home"

I've been listening to And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead off and on for the past two days. I imagine what it looks like to perform this kind of sound when I hear it. The guitars are intensely attached to stairs of violent motion, I think.

I've not much to report, since jetlag takes away my motivation. My mom got the new PNCA catalot in the mail, and a picture of me is on the cover. How weird! I look really vogue Norwegian.

I have a book called "First Love" which is a collection of interviews about people's first sexual experiences. It's fascinating, although not the kind of book I would carry around to read in the dentist's office. How comforting, to hear the inside stories of people's lives that you'd probably never find out otherwise. The interviewees are trying to keep people from making isolated decisions based on false advice.. I often wonder what happened sexually to older people when they were my age, which might sound strange. I spend enough time waiting to be an old person, so it makes sense to ponder things the other way around once in a while.

do you suppose that
fruit flies differentiate
between old and young?

I'm a little bit worried that people are going to treat me differently because I've been in New York. Really, it's just another state. I shall NOT let the "superior cultural center" mindset get into my head. We have better vegetables in Eugene, and hence no tolerance for such nonsense.

"Super Classy Christmas Party"

We went to a Christmas party in Sylvia's room, with lots of tinsel and egg nog and Travis took pictures and I guess it could have been classier (reference 4 facebook photos of "Veronica's Ass"), but major kudos to Sylvia for the excessive tinsel and toe-tappin' holiday pop playlist.

Twelve Readers

I wish I had written something earlier to all of you. I've rediscovered my love of saunas and my perpetual procrastination of taking care of myself. I'm taking Survey of African Art next term, and it's almost completely unknown to me. I'm making less plans/risking more misadventures and being a little more paranoid about paper writing. I've been painting enormous paintings and liking it.

If I came home dressed like an enormous whore and a crack addict, would you guys believe me? Just an idle thought.