Pages and pages and pages pages

Gather up the pages quick, put them in a folder.

Catbus

How fantastic would it be if the Catbus were for real? Anyway, if one comes my way, I promise I’ll take you all with me. Some people can sit on the floor since it looks as equally bouncy as the seats.

The guy in the flannel shirt.

The bus stop at Atlantic Avenue. Maybe the one by St. Anthony’s Church, I don’t exactly remember. He got on, swiped his ID card, scanned for empty seats in the bus, walked over to where I was sitting, and took the seat next to mine (The Start of Something by Voxtrot came up on shuffle around this time). We were both wearing flannel. I don’t know about anyone else but I really do like imagining what goes on in peoples’ lives. At Redondo Avenue, he took out a text book and started reading. I took a glance. Something about the Supreme Court of the United States. By the time we both stepped off the bus at the CSULB library stop, I had accumulated facts (or rather, facts I’ve made up) about him. He has hemophilia. He could bleed to death from an injury a normal person might not even notice and oh, you don’t know how much that made me sad. Queen Victoria was a hemophiliac. I thought about biology and genetics but shunned those out. None of that science stuff at seven in the morning. He likes to eat dry cereal. He’s a Political Science major hoping to someday be a lawyer. He’ll go to the east coast for law school because for once, he’d like to experience all four distinct seasons. He’s really a romantic at heart and one day, The Girl by City and Colour will be played at his wedding.

I saw him twice on campus that Tuesday. We locked eyes (I crush way too easily) by the CBA building. The image of him in a court judge uniform popped up and I was smiling all the way to class. Never stop feeling.

Hurt vs Time

Oh, please be accurate.

Snowman

Next time around, please stay. Please don’t melt away. I can’t bear to see you go once more.

Arizona rain

Laine: Send it my way please.
Travis: I'll do my best.

Everyone needs someone who'd straight up tell you things other people would otherwise hold back on telling. For me that someone would be Travis. It's like a slap in the face when I'm talking to him sometimes because he's so brutally honest. He tells it like it is. He doesn't sugarcoat his words. And that's a good thing because then I wake up and realize how ridiculous I'm being and stop feeling sorry for myself.

California

I went outside today. Warm and sunny and windy. Sun on my face, I thought to myself, "I'm going to miss this." I'm going to miss Southern California and maybe California in general. In about a year, I'll be somewhere else. I don't know where exactly yet. All I know is that I'll be somewhere else other than Southern California. All of a sudden I felt a swift rush of nostalgia.

Smile, be happy

I never take my own advice.