About this whole everyone's moving deal, I'm pretty numb. A couple days ago, I was freaking out "OMG! All my friends are leaving me and I'm gonna be all alone." But now, I know they need it more because living down here puts a whole in your wallet. Now I'm contemplating a life without those people. I thought my imagination was way to overactive.

Experience (about 59%) makes up how you view things and people around you. Sure consistancy is...consistant....But what good does it do ya? I have pretty much mapped out the schedule of the people at this hotel. Tourists are so predictable. I, myself, will never become a tourist for as long as I live. Ugh. But i'm now writing from the balcony over-looking the pool (perfect stalking place btw) and I'm reflecting on everything I'm gonna do tomorrow, this weekend, and June 9th.

lonely birdhouse dreams

I'm here, writing from the 3rd story of an semi-elegent hotel. My head is spinning with thoughts of pictures and dirty sheets. I heard people speaking softly to one another. It's almost unreal how everything here is. It's in the design of tourists in mind. So here I am, realist in mind, hoping for something dim and irregular to come around. All I see is perfect, colorful lights flashing around my camera lens and into my eyes. I can never then unsee these things.

you got those new shoes on..

So, now I have a pain on the right ride of my head and it won't go away. Something's bugging me I guess. Hopefully I'll dream the answer. I can't wait to rid Cooper for a while and go away to an imaginary land with my guilty pleasures (pizza pretzels) and my most memorable moments. I get to wear my sweet flower shorts and sport my shades and be someone new to everyone. My goal is to meet at least one new friend and talk to him/her for a while. Unfortunately, that's easier said than done.

I'm trying to crack the code which is called "hipster slang." So far, I'm just confused and a little hungry. I found a pirate translator though! Night well spent?

I like to think silly things inspire me:
Book covers, the sounds of guitars, pillows, cool hairstyles, "that cool smirk", bare feet, holding hands, kisses, street lights, car horns, freckles, horizontal stripes, curves, old school quotes, touch skin, sunrises, cuddling, James Cameron's "Avatar", Las Olas boulevard around Christmas Time, horse rides, smiles, dorky children, playing leap frog, big blonde hair, guy friends, long involved hugs, gingers, Arizona, Jewish grandmothers, opening presents, vagina trees, the stars, the cover of nightfall, breaking things, flash photography, shorts kinda day, new friends on skateboards, dancer parties, being uninhibited, the feeling of "high", no secrets.

"And when I just think of my favorite things, then I don't feel, so sad"