Where did the time go? Oh yea, into partying, hiking, meditating, dancing, camping, laughing, singing, and getting to Guam. And a few other things, but I don't want to make this list to long.
I figured out awhile ago that no one really reads this thing (except for occasionally Jerrah) so I stopped updating it. At this point it's more of a public journal to keep my thoughts in something resembling order.
Order? Ha, that's not a path my brain follows and we all know it. I crammed as much doing and going and living into my summer as possible before I left. Now I've been in Guam, it's the end of the first quarter at school, and I'm starting to settle in.
What do you want me to tell you? Guam is what happens when the concrete jungle and real jungle get in a catfight. Aside from the corruption, injustice, and military buildup it's a tropical paradise. I've met some amazing and talented people here, and finally found a group I clicked with.
There are no hippies here. The only hippies are howlies, this isn't Hawaii kids. My buds here are more punk rock than hippie, though they hike too. They're musically gifted and active, and intelligent and thoughtful. I'm hoping I can bring one, Raeann, home with me.
I can't tell you more, if you have questions than tell me, but that's not where my mind is right now.

The more I see of the world the more I come to realize the horror that is the United States government. I see it here in front of me, I see it everywhere I look. The more I learn the more disgusted I become. We fear our government! Ever seen V for Vendetta? The people should not fear their government, the government should fear it's people. That saying, and Rage's, "it has to start somewhere, it has to start sometime. What better place than here, what better time than now?" have been playing over and over again in my head.
We need someone to unite the masses. I can't, I'm not that person, I know. But our celebrities are to busy talking trash about each other and forgetting their panties and getting arrested to give a flying fuck about our world. So who does?
I admit, I often feel lost. Or maybe not lost, just frustrated. I see the problem, but can't see a solution, or even an idea. My mind feels shady, like I don't know it anymore.
Speaking of shady brains, I'm clean over here. Yeppers, I've gone straight. I need my brain to stay on task right now.
The food here ROCKS! Aye.
Speaking of AYE, I WANT TO BE A PIRATE!
I have to stop eating jellybeans, they make my brain do weirder things than pot or alcahol ever did.
I feel at home here, or about as much as I did at my moms house.

There are a few concious moments in each day, and other times I'm just one more dream floating on the stars.

Ever wanted to bite a wall, but you can't because it's so damned flat?

LOVE AND SUCH