i've never seen my breath come out so dense, and i'm in my house. the last few weeks have been great. its an often frightening adventure full of new places and new people, new smells, sounds, lips, and even (especially) tastes. thats how life is i guess. or at least how it should be.

this is the first time i've had over an hour of time to kill, but i guess thats only my own fault. what have i been doing lately? i'll tell you later.





grabbing a couple 40s before this bike is a pipe bomb played at a house down the street


sina in my house


sina and i sleeping...in my house. someone might have said "put it back...it's like a blanket" at some point

san francisco this weekend. katie and lindsey were here and so i went down south with them at 2 am after a rasta party. this was before:


"nap time"


trying to jump high enough to touch the sign


pretending to be sensitive

i went to socal this weekend for my dad's 50th birthday. his party was cool, and so was seeing my wonderful friends that still live there, but even after a couple weeks, it was like eating a pad thai from some thai joint after eating one at wheel (living at wheel?). bryan, zoe and i hung out with weird costa mesa kids. laura got sick and missed a debate on feminism with two males and a 14 year old on the pro- side. anyways, we found a deserted home sunday night and claimed it as our own. here are some pictures from it:












i finally found a ride back home, since mike wanted to go north. so we got here at 5 this morning and now he's in yosemite for the night. i "borrowed" maggie's spaceheater and now i can feel my legs. woot!