i'll listen to sir logan.

World has gone totally crazy. Nuts. If it isn't obliterated within the next day, it still won't be the same world.

It's too late and I've been up to many odd hours for consciousness. And I am thirsty for something my house can't satiate.

But overall it's been a joyous weekend. I got to watch an asian in a chef hat throw shrimp in the mouths of those I love. That in itself is something to smile about. This weekend was a nice reminder that life won't always be an organized list. That I don't have to fear being a zombie, as my last blog obviously shows such fear. I will still have plenty of time to do spontaneous things like randomly going to stand next to the hugeness of the Great Salt Lake in the rain.

It rained most of the weekend. I wish I could give people feelings sometimes. I wish they could percieve what I do. Like today for example, it was rainy, dark, and beautiful. Peppermint hot chocolate has never tasted so good. I really thought I would miss Oregon a lot more than I do. Once I see this lit up city at night as rain falls unmercifully down I know that it was the right thing to move. I can't expect Klamath Falls to surprise me, not like this city. It's incredible.

Braden has been unnormal lately, and by "unnormal" I mean...completely weird. Beating himself up more than the usual and whiney. I'm aware that sometimes I can be insensitive towards him in these moods. However, if he doesn't tell me the roots of these problems all I can really do is assume. Which isn't very good. There are times I really do wonder if all of this is right. Plenty of people say you'd feel no doubt if it was right. I don't think it's doubt. I think it's more confusion and hopefulness that all of this is the right "thing." For sadly once in the past couple days tonight was alright talking to him. Though I think I talked to Logan and Jeff most of the time. Sometimes I think being completely stoned turns certain people into genius, because Logan knew what he was talking about. And as far as Braden and I go, I think I'll take his advice:

"Chrriiistine, dude...I love brad, he's like a saint...oh man i'm so fucked up right now...jarble...oops sorry i dropped the phone...are you there? ok. I love brad, marry him...he'll take care of you cause well, i have no idea where i am right now but i know it's okay because brads here...shiiit. He's a good guy...hahaha...you're a lucky grill i mean girl...haha grill...oh yeah...okay bye...wait no one more thing... if you break him heart i'm gunna be pissed he frikin loves you"

Well I think I'll take Logans advice. Well tomorrow is monday, to be exact in 46 minutes it will be monday. Back to the norm. Back to Zombisms. Back to playing mental hackisack with anyone's head who crosses my non-caffeinated-morning-path. Back to insanely missing him. I missed my family a lot today, at really random times that as far as I know had absolutely no relevance to what I did today. I find it funny I'm more depressed when the temperature outside exceeds 70 degrees, but not histerically. I'm happier when it rains. Which corrected me if I'm wrong, is also a Ben Harper song.