Just Visiting

I have always been a child of nostalgia.

I went back to see what I was thinking

about on Xanga this time last year and

I found something else from so long ago

look:

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

"It has become apparent to me that you can chase any road in life that you like, and you'll learn a million things but still not find the answers that you are looking for- just hopefully you'll realize that there is very little you can do to prevent everything from working itself to be the way things are supposed to be." - My Journal- 10.22.05 [When I feel overcome by outside opinions and lost from myself, I turn to the voice that I've known so well in the past. This one helped me a lot today.]

How incredible. I have always valued my own thoughts from the past. And that hasn't changed much. I feel like 17 was last week. It was my favorite age. I met my best friend Brian in a musical. Here's a picture of Edith and me prepping for that show:

That was the second year Dad and I spring breaked in San Francisco, the only year Lauren joined us:

When I wore things like this:

It was also the year that the rain at the art festival ruined my painting and my favorite dress. The year prior, Olivia and I had danced in the rain. But this year we ran for shelter and heavy rain drops bounced off my water color painting and onto my favorite blue dress. Then we saw some friends and, according to my old writing, we moon danced with these fellows. This picture is so sweet, we're standing in "our" parking lot downtown, which is sadly now a salon:

That was the year I saw Sigur Ros! It was a life-changing experience. This is what I wrote the weekend I saw them play: Weekend's Conclusion: I believe the only place perfection exists is between two things. Nothing is perfect in itself, it is perfect for something else.