Hey you.

I didn't think you would actually look at this, it's almost scoffable. I have a blog? I can see that going through your mind, but I trust you to avoid the judgements as best you can.
Yasmyne and Nadia Garver miss you, and so do I. I often walk to that corner that always smells like cigarettes, expecting to maybe find a comfort in your scent, but unfortunately, I don't think anyone smokes your brand. Even if they did, they would still be missing that musky citrus.
Really, though, I'm doing just fine. Life has been a bit uneventful, but full of interesting tidbits about heads, and latin roots, and all that other stuff that I seem to find fascinating. The most fascinating part, by far, has been what I have learned about myself in the past 8 months or so, due, in part, to you. I wish I had the words to thank you. Like I said, though, I also give myself much credit for this. I don't know if it's visible to anyone else yet, but my body is changing, which hasn't happened to me in many years. I think my voice is changing too. I think I'm actually starting to feel good about residing in this flesh, something I never thought I could acomplish, as I was always so detached from my human skin. Call it blossoming if you want, but I just call it security. Blossoming would be something sporatic, but I think this is something constant, even if I don't see it everyday. But really, you might be surprised at how self-sustaining (for lack of a better term) I naturally am. Comfort has been coming easily, even without emotional vulnerability.
On a completely different note, I've started translating that French song, and so far, I know the chorus and the first line. I'm much better with this stuff than I was the first time you tried. The chorus says, "I have one stupid smile on my face! (J'ai un... Sourire... Stupide... Sur mon... Visage!)" and the first line is, "I wanted clearness. (J'ai veux nettete)" I'll find some way to communicate it to you when I finish.
So let me tell you about my relationship with The L Word (If you've never seen it, it's about the female version of Queer as Folk). Kristen and Julie hold "L Word parties" every Sunday the watch the episode of the week, and to spend dinner with people that they wouldn't otherwise see. Despite the fact that I don't hold much intrest in the TV show itself, I absolutely love these nights because it means talking to Julie, who is the closest (besides yourself) that I've come to finding someone that understands my mind. I've started trying to convince those around me that I actually enjoy watching this show, it's ridiculous. I've even developed a superficial celebrity crush (if you've ever seen the show, I'm sure you can guess who that would be).
Hopefullly we will talk again soon, and we can talk about something besides flax seed oatmeal. Hope unschooling is going well also.

... Oh My God, I can't believe I just fucking wrote this and put it on the fucking internet. This is so un-me. I'm not usually at all comfortable with these things. I can't believe I fucking published this. I'm am so glad that no one (except you) actually reads this piece of shit.

WOW!

Hey, I can stick my foot in my mouth!


You know what I want? I'll tell you; I want... A parachute! You know what I would do with a parachute? You could probably figure it out, but I'll tell you anyway; I would get on a motorcycle and commute to the far reaches of Tibet, only to find that it's become completely colonized by France (because that's how long it took me to get there)! At first glance, I am quite distraught, as I have been planning this trip since acquired myself a parachute, but the more I think about it, the more I think that this is just a wonderful opportunity to sharpen up on my French, while still learning Tibetan! God, I'm so resourceful.My favorite part of being trilingual will be my ability to write books in equal parts French, English, and Tibetan. In doing this, it will be tough to win the book critics over, as most of them don't speak those three languages. But it's okay, Chelsea, because we don't care about those damn critics anyway! As a matter of fact, they're only making out trilingual books more popular since unpopularity is so popular now! Wow, I can hardly wait! ... And to think, we didn't even need that parachute!

Someone who has the biggest dog I've ever seen

Really, this dog is huge. It's as big as me on all fours.
But I want to talk about the "Someone". For starters, her name is Katherine and her seventeeth birthday is in late April. I think it's April 24th, but I'm not sure. Either way, that makes her a taurus. She's very much your typical taurus, in every possible way, which can really drive me crazy sometimes. This is especially true in the sense that she has random bursts of anger that seem completely out of context. Not like your average teenager has anger explosions either, her's will last for weeks at a time.

I'm not sure why I'm talking about this. She wouldn't much appreciate it (as she is picky about where her name is), and I haven't talked to her in a while anyway. I would apologize, but fortunately, she wouldn't know if I didn't, so I won't.

Instead, I'll squeeze out the second list. A list of lists I found online (I like me some non-sequitors):
Popes
All countries in the world
Prime ministers of France (1815-present)
Most challenged books of the 1990's
Good words

Howdy.

Feeling alright.
Actually, I don't feel to great, which is what prompted me to get another blog in the first place. I'll start by introducing myself, because I have immaculate manners. I live in Portland, Oregon. On second thought, I wouldn't mind being anonymous this time, so that's all you get to know about me. For all you know, that's not even right. I have been known to lie about things like this.
But who cares, right? This is the best part.
To you, all I am now is a Portlander, who considers themselves to be modestly ambitious.
I will relish in my new anonymity. Thank you, Blogger. If I get good at this, maybe I'll even refer to myself as "them" or "I" the whole time, so I remain completely genderless.

Okay, well here's your first list, because I'm tired of writing in complete sentences. It's a list of my favorite people:
- Someone whose house I biked by today
- Someone with incredibly small handwriting
- Someone who looks better with grey hair anyway
- Someone who won't let me wear their shoes
- Someone who I wish loved themselves as much as we do
- Someone with the largest appetite for peanut butter that I have ever seen
- Someone who shared hummus and pita with me the last time I saw them
- Someone who has more in common with me than I'm usually willing to admit
- Someone who wore a green tie dyed shirt the first day I met them