Yay I have internet again! The move into the new house is finally over and my room is mostly unpacked even(a few book boxes left...) :)

It's really crazy to unpack everything, I haven't seen half this stuff in months and then bam here it is.

Packing up everything I realized how much stuff I have. How many cardigans does a girl need? 17, that's how many.

Also www.veoverde.com/2009/01/fabrica-tus-propios-juguetes-de-papel/ paper robots! Sweet!
 

America, have I told you lately how much I love you?

By Natalie Dee

A small green valley where a slow stream runs
And leaves long strands of silver on the bright Grass;
from the mountaintop stream the sun's Rays;
they fill the hollow full of light.

A soldier, very young, lies open-mouthed,
A pillow made of ferns beneath his head,
Asleep; stretched in the heavy undergrowth,
Pale in his warm, green, sun-soaked bed.

His feet among the flowers, he sleeps.
His smile is like an infant's-gentle, without guile.
Ah, Nature, keep him warm; he might catch cold.

The humming insects don't disturb his rest;
He sleeps in sunlight, one hand on his breast,
At peace. In his side there are two red holes. 
-Rimbaud

It's amazing how suffering and brutality have inspired so many people. So much art inspired from wars or just tragedy.
We talked about this in English at the beginning of the semester. "Why do we intentionally cause pain to others?" If we know it hurts, why do we continue to do it? Why do we lie, kill, steal,cheat etc etc if we know it hurts?
I just don't know...

Well, i changed journals again.

Because i'm obsessed with fresh starts and change.
 

I've always wanted to be a bird, so i could just fly over everything/everyone and see the world. I wrote all my stories in school about birds and being a bird and flying. day dreamed the whole time during class so i never got to sit near the window or door. I just stared out it the whole damn time.
I don't think wanderlust is bad, it's a good thing.