I dare you to move, I dare you to dream...

I can't stop thinking about missing everyone. I miss my parents, and they only live an hour away. My dad makes me giggle at the stupidest things. He gets me. Daddy's girl. My mom is so cute. She gets so worked up and frustrates me, but then I look at her when she's not paying attention, and she has everything figured out. As long as she's around, I don't think that I'll have anythiing to worry about in any aspect of my life. Mom would take care of it before I even knew there was a problem. Grogeous. I miss my friends. Some are at school, some have moved, I have moved away from others. Lonely is the word that comes to mind. In this big city of Minneapolis, I surround myself with work, more work, a little bit of fun, and more work. I would like to share every happy moment I have with someone else. I think Kait understands this about me. I feel like having a significant other is just about having a "witness' for your life. If no one is there to witness it, did it really happen, did it really mean anything? Watching a great sunset alone, isn't as satifying as sharing it with someone, laughing outloud at the Golden Girls isn't as rewarding when you watch it alone.

I miss curling up in my bed with all three of us and watching stupid movies, cause between the 3 of us, we only owned stupid ones. Diet Coke, popcorn (even though one person ate most of it), spilling the Diet coke because we would put it on the floor and then end up kicking it every time. I miss her stealing money out of my purse when she came home drunk form the bar in a taxi and realized she didn't have the money for it. her compulsive ordering from Victoria's Secret, even though some of it was sketchy. Family dinner nights, I miss random 2 am ventures to walmart.

Most of all I miss having them around all the time. My gut would be sore day after day from laughter. Do you think that as we all get older, that we may lose our humor? Will I still think that Conan O'Brian is the funniest man on earth? Will I ever get sick of one being the clumsy nut, and the other the confused, "blonde"? Will we ever play different roles? I hope not.

It's hard to miss people and not even know if they miss you too. To wonder if they think of you when you are watchnig a Disney movie and belt out the songs, too. I wonder if they ask themseleves the same questions I ask myself. Why? What for? Is this a good choice? do you even know if this is real? Is this really what you want to be doing? What about your own dreams, your own family and your own friends?

I hope your having a better time with this than I am.

I miss everyone.

"Only after one understands how freedom and rights are being suppressed by the managers of imperial states — even as they preach peace, freedom, justice, rights, and majority rule to their citizens to maintain their beliefs in the morality of their society, and thus assure the continued support of the masses for inflicting such violence upon the world — can one write honest history. If one does not understand that process, one is almost certain to write a history in which, unbeknownst to the author, the background and documentation have been carefully created to give Managers of State the freedom to suppress other people’s rights and transfer their wealth to the imperial center through unequal trades. "

— J.W. Smith, Economic Democracy; The Political Struggle for the 21st Century

Oh Minnesota!!

State Fair.

Saturday Night.

I swear it was a monsoon.

Beer Garden.

Camel Bak full of vodka, attched to the wheel chair, again.

Foot longs, and cheese curds, not necissarily in that order.

Music, lights, tilt-a-whirl, and lots of laughs.

20 minute bus ride--I of course standing in the front conducting kareoke with the bus driver, me, and anyone who joined - over the loud speaker for all to hear.

The bus driver and I are going on tour.

Thanks For A Wonderful Night!!