Friday, March 25, 2011


not going to say the dates of this trip. nor will i dive into much of anymore details of it. Can't trust NOBODY these days, mayyyne


exactly half way! From Yosemite I'll head back home... but where to stop along the way has yet to be decided :) crossing my fingers for some rockey mountain actionnn

here's my map.

Thursday, March 24, 2011


My planning has commenced! With the wonderfully useful and definitely nessisary help from my supergreat bf, this is my trip's path as of now:

The rest of the trip's destinations will be planned this evening. Wooooooohhhhhh so stoked!

Thursday, March 17, 2011


Map of Pennsylvania from 1930, you are somthin cool.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

I always

battle between wanting to live a normal life of work, friends, family and rest against one of solitude, quiet, and the woods. I know which is probably more rewarding and which I'll likely lead. But the other still pulls at me.
Some nights my bed feels like a prison. The walls feel like monsters holding me hostage. All I can think about those night is how amazingly I'd feel if I were sleeping on the ground outside.

I woke

to a dry erase board note telling me to please clean up my dishes before I leave for the morning.
Last night I had a friend over so we left some bowls and plates in the sink, nothing nuts.
The note leaver is making a crock pot dinner today... so I suppose she'd like to have space to... cook? no... um... oh! serve a couple plates of food. woow, I guess there just isn't enough room on ANY of the counters for that job to be accomplished. So little room that waiting for me to get the dishes later in the day might ruin the whole dinner and therefor a notice of task doing requests must be left!
Or... this person could just give me the BENIFIT OF THE DOUBT that I understand very well how and when I should clean up after myself. NO, I am not an extremely tidy person. Yes my shit would be everywhere if someone weren't around for it to get it their way... but that's the point. I'm considerate.
Petty, micromanagement of my behavior is not a way to treat a 20 year old... Maybe if I were living at home and this person were my mother or father. HUH. But that's not the case now, is it?