in my beautiful duvet comforter. with air conditioning. and quiet.

after the weekend i’ve had..is one of the most satisfying feelings. goodbye to a humid/freezing/cat-smelling/uncertain-of-what’s-in-the-matress sleeping arrangement.

#prom’12

i just went to bed at 8:30 and woke up at 3:30 to find Hey Arnold on tv.

it’s always pleasant to being reminded of how much i truly am a nineties kid at heart.

<3.

my head was pressed against the glass window, i sat in a fixed gaze as the car sped by the white dotted lines of the freeway that blurred into a white solid. if you’re brain worked quickly and consciously enough, you could catch the gaps between the individual lines. the wheels and wind combined made the constant whooshing sound that lulled with the up and down cadence of the engine.

all the while, i thought how at ease i was in the moment, how comforted i felt. how many times after a night spent with family or friends, groggy with over-indulgence-induced sleep, i sat in the back seat of the family car, my father driving, my mother in the passenger seat, staring out into the world that rushed by so quickly, but simultaneously seemed so still, and constant.

that was an insignificant night experienced how many years ago? three? four? but yet every time i find myself in the same position i am reverted back to it. and again tonight, i was. sitting in the back seat of a car late at night, my father driving, winding down from the excitement spent in a night with family or friends is ultimately one of my favorite places to be. it’s so simplistic, so calming/fulfilling/wondrous/charming, all at the same time. and i don’t know why, but i simply love it.

Mr. Carbone on the topic of Obama’s recent criticism to his support of gay rights.

&it’s true. in all aspects.

for someone whom i normally think should stop talking for his own good, he got it right this time, and i think that says a lot.