I don't really have anything to say... and yet I'm blogging anyway. Because at least five of you still read this.

I finished reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (yes Sarah dear, I will bring it Sunday and you can have it). I think I'll pick up On the Road next.


It's my mom's birthday today and we're going out to dinner then coming back to the house to hang out for a bit. I feel like an awful person because I'm concerned about the fact that I might be missing the Cavs play in what could potentially be their last playoff game.

There are all these people in Colorado that I miss and feel like I need to send facebook messages or emails to, but the task is daunting and I'm afraid to forget people.

Keeping up with friends far away is such a tough thing for me to do. I'm forgetful. I'm a bad phone friend. etc. etc. And yet it seems, with the impending move to Atlanta and whatever comes after, that the rest of my life is going to involve adding people to the already lengthy list of long distance friends.

I guess it's a small price to pay though, for all the wonderful people in my life.

Also, I hung out with Mattykins today. He said I should try fiction writing. I'm contemplating this.

For Sarah and Elisabeth.

I'm going to try to start blogging again regularly. Just because you asked... but that means you must read and comment regularly. I'm pretty sure you're the only ones that still bother checking this.

I left Colorado 26 days ago. It's been quite a month.

Seeing people I miss has been amazing.

Now I've settled in Raleigh/Knightdale. It's blissful. Everything is familiar. People, patterns of social interactions, streets, weather... although there has been a little more rain that I'd like, but that's what I get for saying I missed it.

I miss CO people though, a little more than I anticipated. Graduation was last weekend. I almost cried when I talked to Celia and Ammon on the phone. But I'll be here for Becca Farrington's graduation, that's more than an even trade.



I used to blog more about what I was thinking and feeling. I still think and feel, I don't know why I seem to be incapable of writing about what's going on in my head. What's going on in my day to day life is certainly not interesting enough to warrant blogging about. Not that what's going on in my head is, it just seems a degree less inane.

I decided to change the title of this... I never really liked the old one. I couldn't really come up with anything. I'm taking suggestions, Sarah?

I officially start marathon training on June 1. I'm excited.

I've read some brilliant books lately. Lolita, The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood, The Counterlife by Phillip Roth... now I'm 2/3 of the way through Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer, the guy who wrote Everything Is Illuminated. You should probably read all of those. Seriously.

And if you're male and have read The Counterlife please call or email me. I love Phillip Roth, but there is something about the way that sex functions in his writing that I can't quite access. I get the purpose that sexuality plays in terms of what he's trying to say about his characters and theme and whatnot. I just feel like I'm being held at arms length by the novel because I'm a woman. I wish I had a man who'd read and loved his writing to talk about it with. I think it'd open it up to me in a new way.

Wednesday and Thursday were tough. I'm all good-bye-ed out.

I'm ready to go... as soon as I finish my breakfast I'm out of here.

Whoa. That's really all I have to say.

Also, my phone is dead. Oops.