Wednesday, September 30, 2009



1.  To tell
2. To have refrence to
3. To be connected by kinship
-relationship by blood
-a close connection

See Close:

1. Near
2. Compact
3. Nearly even
4. Fitting tightly
5. Complete
6. Intimate
7. Confined
8. Secretive
9. Miserly
10. Lack of fresh air

Tuesday, September 29, 2009




Noun: The view or theory that the self is all that can be known to exist.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

Sunday, September 20, 2009

I Danced With Pirates in Hollywood.

Hollywood Boulevard.  Its weird.  I went there.  
The birthday girl, dressed like a pirate, yells "bAAARRRt!" at the little Bart Simpson carrying a skateboard.  The family of Bugs Bunny waited 20 feet away at 2 in the morning for dad to be done with work.  Tourists watch the "hot people" party across the street from the souvenir shop.  Jack Sparrow winks at you.  All the while you are stepping on gold stars and gold names of people you have never heard of.  Oh wait, there was Drew Barrimore.  Note to self: I am not famous until people walk on my name.  Someone please buy me a fake light-up flower.  I think there are more poor people in Hollywood than glamour.  Apparently, I was supposed to meet a Johnas Brother last night, but sadly he didn't make it to the party.  Another situation that lacks glamour.  I danced with pirates in a hotel in Hollywood.  Glamourous? Yes. 

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


My european adventure is over. It was more experience than money. I think I like it that way.  It was the crazy summer I always wanted to have.  Now my standards for summer are much higher, so who knows what I will be doing next June.  
Next on the agenda: Los Angeles
My American adventure is about to commence.  (American Village wasn't enough America).  Sara and I are going to drive cross country on Monday.  I don't know the route we are taking so don't ask.  I don't know much about our house or our roommate so don't ask.  I think I like it that way.  I am moving WEST.  Its like living in the Oregon Trail game (on floppy disc).  I guess the only thing we are missing is a covered wagon.  My, excuse me, my mom's Honda CRV will have to suffice.  I might name it Ox. Ox the car.  
I guess this move could also be like living in a cheesy movie about an aspiring actress moving from rural Wisconsin to the big city of Los Angeles to try to make it big in Hollywood.  That is probably closer to my situation than Oregon Trail.  

Here we go. ALLER.