My mom brought me moes today. It was pretty good. She was telling me that when I was in preschool I bought this boy in my class a frog. It was interesting how I remembered, as she was saying the story, and telling me where it was- how she used to drive over on lunch breaks and take naps with me because she felt bad for leaving me- I remembered everything. That was so damn long ago. Strange how just a spark of the memory, and sometimes you'd think it happened yesterday.

My mom also wants to finalize a few things about watching her house while she is gone. eek, dun dun dun. this is happening fast.

my room, some of my art, and myself. I was awfully hungry the day I painted that cheeseburger in art class. For a while I was a bit obsessed with the Virgin de Guadalupe and painting her in all sorts of light. I'm really sad, but happy at the same time out lease is up July 31st. My mother asked me if I'd watch her house while she joined the merchant marines and was at sea for months. It'd be a good opportunity to save money and live 3 minutes from my college, so I'm seriously considering it. I just hope my mothers personality and mine don't clash. This happens often..but if she is not at the house, how can we fight if she's not there? I'm going to miss my room. These colors remindme of mint chocolate chip icecream. mmm, a piece of heaven every time i sleep.

For as long as I can remember, I've written things down. I've had a bundle of journals since I could scratch out "NB <3 ..." some kid in one of my classes. I'd cover then in tons of stickers that I got out of some vending machine, and go as far to have a lock on it- to keep my mother out of course. Right after high school I moved out. Packed up most of my belongings, half I left at mama dukes. Between all eight moves since then and now, at the ripe old age of 21, I can only account for a few of my journals. Most of the information is tightly packed away and stored in my head, only thought of when I randomly reminisce about events stirred up by smells, tastes, personality quirks, the list could go on forever. I've decided I have too many thoughts, memories, and dreams crammed in my head to keep them quiet any longer. So, over time, I hope to write down who I am, was, & will be, you'll get to know me as me. take it or leave it. This is my life, April 21 2008- foward, backward, and present in time.
-NMB