Flying

Flying sucks. (sorry if you're slysdexic. "flying sucks" looks sketchy from your brain)

Especially when there's a blizzard warning, and you're at the airport a million hours early like a good passenger, and then the stewards are late so you miss the chance to leave, and then the actual blizzard hits and you're stuck for another 3 hours so you're at the airport for literally 8 hours before you actually leave.

Flip, Elder.

Just kidding, it was adventure yesterday!

Me and Katie did some serious reading and awesome staring at the floor contests.

We finally left our beautiful blizzard at 9:40 P.M. (flight was scheduled to leave at 5:00) and got in at 1:30 A.M. (3:30 A.M. NY Time).

Blah blah blah. so many times.

Anyway. We're here now. And I will see my dear Nana. And all will be well.

P.S. It smells really good here. Like an altered home.

For You, Frank

As promised, Here is my Tribute to a Great man.
Sure, he had trouble with the Mafia, was under FBI surveillance for a few decades, and had a bit of trouble with Paranoia...

But IT'S FRANK.
He is the one historical figure that I sneakily close my eyes to his faults and open my ears to his voice.

Maybe I love him because his blue, swooning, melt-y eyes seem to hold all the kindness in the world.
Maybe I love him because his songs, full of my childhood and dad, are subtly in the background.
Maybe I love him because he evokes the idea that innocent, simpler times are not as far away as we make them.
That his music is the reminder of of our original selves before we built a wall of grime and ludicrous distrust around us.


Don't forget to pause my playlist at the bottom, before you enter the world of Frank via this youtube video:

Nothing of Sorts

Today. Was an incredibly great day.
Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened.
I have nothing to rant about. (shocker. I know.)
But, I just felt at peace. With my friends, and my family, and Others.
And also I bought Frank and have been listening to him for a couple days. and nights.

Me and Sar went to eat at Paradise... (we seem to find ourselves in restaurants and food joints more often than not) Talking about nothing, and everything, and letting our conversations drift into what we have become as humans and how normal life is at the moment. strangely enough.

Considering our dark pasts.. ? hahaha

I love how our thoughts are acceptable to each other. Even if they're only sentence fragments according to the "English Language."

Sarah Barrus.
Truly a person of inexpressible beauty. Inside and out.

I get to live with her!!! :)
We always were meant to be sisters.. We just got put in different families.

ALERT: If any of you have about 2 hours and 40 minutes of Time to kill... I STRONGLY suggest you watch this movie called "My Name Is Khan."
Absolutely beautiful. The answer is Yes. I did cry.

Anyways... thank you Shelbie. For pointing out my hiatus as a blogger.
I think tomorrow, I'm going to get Harry, Miles, or Charlie...
We'll see how it works out.
Next post will be a tribute to one of my idols: Ole Blue Eyes.
Peace, Love, Prosper.

Ari Kokol