i haven't picked up a book in over a month. not even madeleine. as i type this i'm glancing to the bookshelf on my left, looking at all the unread books on it and feeling guilty.

nor have i picked up a paintbrush...in approximately six months. and i haven't touched my real camera in a month either. gulp. i'm feeling pretty unproductive and talentless. i can't wait to dive back in.

on a different note, i've made some decisions about my life/future. they are as follows:

1. i am going to try to get a job at a ski resort out west for the winter. bianca wilderness and i have vowed to make the trek out together. guess that means i gotta dust off the old ski gear.

2. i really, really, really want to go to new york for like a week in the fall. hopefully ohh will want me until at least labor day, and after that, i'll have about a month to travel and just chill until i go out to (hopefully) colorado or utah. i'd love to rent a loft from vrbo.com for a week and live the bohemian life. ahhhh.

3. i have an extreme dislike for commitment. i've known this for a while, but now that i'm out in the world and have no real commitments, i'm re-discovering my love of freedom. which means that i have no real interest in getting married in the next ten or fifteen years, or ever having kids.

4. i talk like a sailor. this isn't really a decision so much as it is a realization.