Lake Oswego

So today I was reminded why I never particularly found my parents and aunt's adventures the most exciting in the world. First of all, what they find interesting doesn't exactly line up with my own interests. And also they walk sooooo slow. Maybe it's because of school but I guess I walk at almost jogging pace without thinking now. We went to some arts festival in Lake Oswego which I don't believe I've ever been to. Pretty beautiful town. Must be a rich place cause the entire environment was really nice. I mean the cross walks even talked when you pressed the button! Pretty strange if you ask me. Overall it was pretty boring. For the most part the art was what I would describe as "old people art". Pretty uninspiring impressionist stuff for the majority. Luckily I managed to walk off and find an amazing view of the Willamette River along with a park and trail. I love living in the northwest.

I want to be free

Fuck convention

Life in the scorching south

So I just got back home from my our typical yearly trip to Oklahoma and/or Texas to visit none other than the pham-ly, get it ? HAH. I am convinced that my dad chooses the absolute worst airlines for us. It is basically guaranteed that we have a huge ass layover or get delayed one way or another. There's simply no hope. But that's not what I want to write about.

Oh yes the trip. As usual I really enjoyed it. I love spending time with my cousins and this time was no exception. I always feel like such a kid whenever I visit because I'm the oldest one that acts the youngest. I can't help it, it's so much fun being weird and crazy with the baby cousins, meaning the ones younger than me. THOUGH this trip was a bit disheartening. Minh boy and Dustin are taller than me now :(. At least Tiff is still short haha. It's so strange seeing the little one's grow older. It's really sad now that I think about it. I mean I get to see them for what maybe a week out of an entire year. I'm missing out on so much of their lives. Hell Anna's already 7 years old and I don't even think I've talked to her yet! Nor Adam for that matter. Well it's late and I hardly have an organization in this post so I'll end it here.

And like that it was over

Good bye freshman year, it was nice knowing you. I really can't believe it went by so fast. It feels just like yesterday when we were going through each floor of Terry and Lander trying to meet random people. Most people seem to be overjoyed for summer to finally arrive but I don't know if I quite feel the same. I've met some really great people this year and quite honestly it's going to be strange not being around them everyday.

I really want this summer to be different from years past and I have a strong feeling that it will be. I've got a lot of soul searching to do, figuring out what I want to do with my life and organizing my priorities. Hopefully my luck pans out and I can find a decent job. But aside from serious business I want to do new things. I'm tired of normal routines and sitting around doing nothing. Perhaps I've short changed Vancouver, I plan on seeing everything there is to see and do or at the very least try.

My god my writing sucks, hopefully simple repetition will help me organize my thoughts and write more eloquently but until then peace.

Back rhymes with wack!

So I've decided this is the perfect tool to document my life which I've sort of wanted to do for some time now but am way too unmotivated. BUT NO. This is for reals. No more BS this is it. I'm sacrificing my sanity for this. Who knew journals or blogs could make you feel so insane. For crying out loud I'm writing to myself.

This is too weird...

Anyone there?

Didn't think so.