Somewhere

i really liked the pool scene

words couldn't have described how beautiful the moment was. the song honestly complemented the father-daughter bond scene completely.

today after summer school, i ran up the usual sierra hill for some time alone, biked up alum rock later at night with vincent, sat on top of the picnic table and just poured my feelings across the table like real messy spilled splattered paint. then i went home and finished watching this movie and curled in the corner sipping on my cup of hot passion fruit tea to warm up. i love that feeling-coming back cold and numb after being out from a long windy chilly bike ride. the whole idea of coming back to a warm drink and wrapping my palms around my favorite white cup right after somehow gives me a safe feeling. i don't know what that quite means, but that's what i mean. what i described probably sounds like some snowflake-winter-like-shovel-out-the-snow-christmas-movie-scene, when indeed all it really is is just another summer night; but i guess i rather it be cold at night than warm and do all winter-like things than summer-night events. i don't actually enjoy sweating at all, yet i sweat like pouring rain and running showers whenever i do. however i have forgotten what it's like to be out on a warm summer night. all i feel like for the rest of the night is listening to the strokes, reading bits of the book emilio let me borrow, and clearing my room for painting.

 i wonder if i'll ever get the opportunity to drop everything one day and go backpacking the next. at least that's what i feel that i can pick up and go do right now.