I went home this weekend, and didnt get a haircut. My hair's probably going to be 6 feet long before I get it cut now, because I thought I was going home for homecoming weekend, but Imogens that friday, and we can't miss that.

This weekend...this weekend. Well, I got another design done for the company (myspace.com/wearlove). I spent a ton of time with Tony, Chuck, and the 8 million skatepark kids. I went out with Lili a couple times, doing absolutely nothing hasn't been so much fun in a long time (neither have online wino parties). I feel rested, I feel pretty relaxed and ready for a few more weeks before I have another "I need a break" meltdown.

I think that, yet again, I am stradling a fine line between where "home" is. This city is mine, it is my inspiration and my life right now. It has taught me that there is a world and that I should live in it. But going home, it's a whole different thing. It's like shopping at Wal Mart as compared to the corner store. Yes, cereal bars are like half the price, but you don't know the people that work there, the brands that come from down the road. Its more personal. However, at Wal Mart, there are products you never knew existed! And they help you, oh so much (some don't...but most do). Well, I'm stuck. And right now all I know to do is to shop at the big store when I need a lot of stuff and the little store when I know what I got and I want more of it.

Oh, built up the schwinn again. Holy amazing, she's the hottest thing i've ever laid eyes on. I ordered a whole new pedal setup tonight too. pics tomarrow, I need something to do.