friday

Friday has potential to be either futile or exasperating. I try my best to busy myself.

Went class in the morning. Then Cassie and I went to Tri-Cities in the afternoon, lost for a long stretch of time searching for Costco, prepping things for VC (Visual Communications) Club events. Realizing the more I get the know her, the more I find she's wonderful and one of the most interesting and articulate and unpretentious people I've ever been friends with. We came home not long after 7pm, and I went to vespers, late. After I walked in the door, found a seat, filled a row, I got a call from a needing friend, and rushed home to make him dinner, and grab coffee. After that, I went, reluctantly, to Elise's for crepes, and I found myself only and always smiling the entire night, in a room full of noisy, crazy, happy people.

Just before midnight Brian and I came back to my house, listened to old playlists on my itunes that I made in Cambodia, and wrote lists and drank Chai. This finally feels a bit more like home.

This is tonight's wishlist:
1. unlimited produce to cook ALL day with
2. a swing in my living room
3. Anthony Bourdain as a travel buddy
4. to see my Chard in Cambodia, and give him a kiss on the head
5. my own folk indie band
6. a mango tree in my backyard
7. to sail across the atlantic
8. warmer weather in College Place
9. Peter Lacey back and in all of my classes
10. to start my own publication about culture, travel, environmentalism, art, etc.
11. a blurry, busy weekend trip to Tokyo
12. a tree house in some southeast asian jungle
13. time and money just to travel and write
14. to marry Sufjan Stevens
15. a lamp for my table in my room
16. wonderment and contentment
17. bravery and peace