if you're gonna get up, you might as well get up with me.

I think people would be a lot happier if they spent 5 minutes out of their day just sitting on a porch swing. No distractions, just sitting.

We'd probably have world peace, honestly. Because how can things not be right when you have a porch swing? How can you not be perfectly at one with everything?

Try it. It'll change your life.

I want to go to Egypt, read heiroglyphics, explore ancient tombs, get whisked away by a scruffy man, and ride into the sunset on a camel.

Sadly, we can't have everything we want, can we?

My father and I are exactly the same when we're drunk. We try to say sober things, but we lose our trains of thought a lot, giggle for no reason, and speak really slowly.

My fuse is getting short. I think the general rule should be a week with parents, tops. You just need a break after a while. Maybe the reason I get frustrated is that he's a lot like me. I feel like Rachel in Friends when she says she was trying so hard not to be her mother that she ended up like her father.

Blood is pretty damn thick. It clots sometimes.

I have theories on selflessness, fishing (and titles), Cinderella complexes, food, and beauty, but I will share those when I am feeling more articulate.

I come home in a week. I can not wait.