Where To Begin?

The toughest part about packing for a move is trying to figure out where to begin. I hate how everything gets 10 times messier before you finally start to see some progress. I'm not sure how it happens, but I seem to accumulate a lot more junk than any of my other roommates.

I've also noticed that I am somewhat of a pack rat. I have kept stuff like bead necklaces from my high school grad night party which was 5 years ago. I know why I do it though... I imagine myself someday showing my kids these things that have some sentimental value to me, and thinking they would find it interesting. I know that when I was younger my dad would share old pictures of himself when he was a kid and I thought it was fascinating. It will be a huge letdown if I hold on to these things for so long to find out that my kids really don't give a damn about their Dad's plastic party necklace.

But I digress... We need to be out of here in less than a week, and all I have packed is one box of clothes. I was planning on taking advantage of not having class or work yesterday and use it to get as much packing done as I could. Instead I ended up hiking Spencer's Butte twice, followed by getting drunk with a room full of dudes.

Yesterday just may have been the least productive day of my life.

.... But it was fun.

I wish there was something inside me to keep you beside me.

I don't know why, but whenever I am in a relationship, there are times where I miss being single... and then, whenever I am single, I long for the comfort of a real relationship. It makes me wonder what it is I actually want. Perhaps it's just that I haven't found the right person. I only started thinking about this because as I was cleaning out my desk drawers I came across an old picture of one my my ex's and actually pinned it to my peg board. I knew it was pathetic when I did it, but I did it anyway and have yet to take it down.

Summer, Summer.

There is so much to live for in this world we live in
A billion reasons why we shouldn't give in
There will be days that bring inclement weather
But we'll wait it out until it gets better



I'll finish this later. For now, it's back to Wildwood!

Owned.

She came back from Europe, we went to the bars, she made out with some dude with a flat bill.

That's how that ended.

On a better note, Hunter is back! Can't wait to hear some hilarious stories.

Last weekend I went on a hike up Coffin mountain with my Dad. The drive from Eugene took about 2 hours along the McKenzie R. highway. Instead of sharing music with each other, like we usually do, we just talked. I respect my Dad (and Mom) more than anyone I've ever met. In just two hours he gave me more words of wisdom that I could ever accumulate from any self help/inspiration books. I can only hope that I can be as much of a positive influence on my children as he has been to me.