Living in the letters

Often times it seems like its the shit that ends up reminding us of who we are, makes us feel alive for some fucked up reason. I had a seizure two weeks ago. Una's moving to Colorado. My ex Sara wants to talk to me. I don't know whats what anymore. All I do know is that you can let the fucked up things remind you of whatever it is you need to be reminded of but you can never let it define you.

Well I don't know, the Blazer thing went great but then I had to go back to my aptartment and write an article in like half an hour. But it was cool. I need to sleep. More in the morning.

So I am back in Portland now. It feels good to be home after a lengthy absence and back at work. There are several interesting projects which I am currently at work on. I am writing a Vanguard sports opinion piece in which I will delve deeper into the achievement of Mariners star and right fielder Ichiro. I am also working on starting a writing tutoring project, which I hope to have more details on soon. Also there are several projects involving my roommate Luke which I am helping out with, including a leadership critique. Currently listening to Jimmy Eat World. Gotta love them JEWs. Peace