Tuesday, June 1, 2010
After reading various blogs and listening to testimonies from teens, It seems this place has a sorta darkness about it. Everyone, and I mean everyone here, hates it and needs to be away. Like that awkward kid who stands next to you in the lunch line and smells like rotten fish :/ Yucky. But I'm happy for all those moving. They can escape this square and be free to explore new crevices. Sure I'll miss them to the ends of my heart and back, but me being all blah and nasty isn't gonna help anyone. So I propose a toast! To those with new eyes for new trees and people, and hearts big enough to sleep in. Amen.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
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.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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.
Monday, May 24, 2010
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.
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