time flies but airplanes crash

i don't really have anything new and interesting to say, i just heard this song title on the radio today and i wanted to use it as a blog title. that's it.

in sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came

because britta changed the template of her blog, i was intrigued and curious. for the fun of it, i flipped through the other templates just now. while i have to admit i was tempted to copy britta and switch to a template named "split pea," as soon as i realized that the template i had already chosen was named "son of moto," i was satisfied. really, what does that even mean? it's so ridiculous, i love it even more.

so i'm home. i've been home for almost two weeks. and it's strange because it's almost as though i was never gone at all. i was miserable on the plane. i was dismayed that an entire life could be over in a matter of a half a day. mexico quickly dissipated into vague, dreamlike memories. and the drive felt like watching a movie in reverse; staying at the same places, visiting the same people, neatly tying up the ends of the trip. once i got home, nothing had really changed. and right away i got a really bad cold that kept me curled up in the fetal position with a hot water bottle for over a week. that only fed my misery and self-pity. but now i'm out of it. being out in service is great. and i had my special assembly day on sunday, so that made me pretty happy.

this also makes me pretty happy:

As I bit into the nectarine, it had a crisp juiciness about it that was very pleasurable - until I realized it wasn't a nectarine at all, but A HUMAN HEAD!!
(a deep thought by jack handey)

today is a sad day. and we haven't even stepped on any dead cats yet.

it is my last day in mexico. i don't believe it. but i suppose it's not going to 'hit me.' it generally doesn't. this morning i will be lying beside the ocean, this evening i will sleep in vancouver. which is still by the ocean. so it can't be too far. it makes me really sad that soon this period of my life will seem like a dream. this has honestly been four of the best months of my life. i can't wait to come back. i've met people that i hope i will always be friends with, people i wish i could carry home in my pocket. but i know that once i get home i will be surrounded with more people i love and adore. it's a good thing we have forever to see eachother again, otherwise goodbye's would be a lot more difficult.