M and i drove out through coberg to brownsville for a little countryside exploration. on coberg road we saw three bald eagles (i swear) in a field but were not able to get a picture. then right at we were turning off i-5 for brownsville the sky was filled with birds. thousands of geese were flying over head. we pulled over and rolled down the windows so we could hear them as we watched them fly by.

breakfast at Debs

the view from my window.

i wont lie...my motivation for each and every road trip is the snacks.

birthday cake, turkey and a funeral.

i kind of want to start all my posts with "well... shit" because that is how i feel every time i even think about writing something. it is overwhelming to try and get it out. my brain is so entrenched in academia right now that i had a brief impulse to outline this post. -- what is the thesis?, how do i back it up? --- ugh.

basically, i have been either thinking about school work, or doing it or feeling guilty about not doing it (as in right now). this is the universal state of most students i thought but somehow the early twentysomethings around me do not seem stressed at all. they are leisurely walking around campus covered in U of O clothing and sporting uggs even in the pouring rain. they are gossiping and glaring and doing anything but giving a shit about school.

i have come to the conclusion that i hate them.

ok... not all of them, but in all seriousness.... the vast majority of them.

above image:

i walk by this house every morning on my way to the bus. if i am in a good mood i say "good morning matt damon". if i am in a bad mood i wonder why the hell a nice, clean house like that has a poster of matt damon in the window and glare at his face.

well shit. i left awhile ago... almost two months ago and i have been trying to settle in and not freak out too much.

before leaving the last two months can be summed up with:

packing, estate sale, cleaning, blocking out any emotions i had about leaving the house, friends, family and the dogs (dixie and delta respectively). ugh.

then i left without really accepting that i was leaving. in fact i did not tell anyone goodbye, i just said "i'll see you later"..... which is a true statement.

Primitive cherry pitter.

Sunny side up flowers

Three months left at the house. I think that Randy (pictured) will

miss the wood paneling most of all.