"where the streets have no name..."

last night i went to the gallery stroll in provo. never heard of it? me neither. apparently it happens on the first friday of every month. logan got asked to play at one of the galleries, so he set up there and then my roommate kari and her friend pete showed up. we discovered there was a treasure hunt you can do, for "great prizes!" so i told them we had to do it. you go around to all these different places, and find one of the pictures on this card you get, and then look at the art

  and eat whatever snacks they have there (cookies, brownies, yummy breads, etc) and then get them to hole punch your card when you find the piece of art you're looking for, and then you carry on your way. i went into all kinds of places i've never been before. a tattoo shop, muse music, an antique store, and so on. we had a lot of fun despite it being freezy and windy outside.
afterwards we met back up with logan and caught the end of his show, and then pete challenged us to a game of guitar hero, so we rocked out for a couple hours. yay for discovering new activities in provo. :)

"I'm like a leaf in the wind I try and find who I am, but wind up lost in the end"

sometimes i feel like my life is passing me by. how did i get to be almost 26? it seems unreal- like when you watch a movie and then suddenly it starts focusing in on some other scene with the words FIVE YEARS LATER boldly written across the screen. and everyone just accepts it like you're not supposed to wonder or care what happened in those five years. whatever has happened, i've changed. i read through old emails and journals and if they weren't from my account or in my handwriting i wouldn't believe i'd written them. how is it that i remember so little about how i used to feel and think, but still feel like i think the same way? its bad when you dont know yourself. the feelings and emotions i read about sound fake, as if i am void of emotion now and can't ever remember a time when it could have been different. like i invented those feelings. trying to remember to feel real because it is so obvious that the life i have led has been sheltered and my life is still waiting to happen. sometimes its hard to know whats real when you're not. like playing a video game with a good story line, and connecting with your little mario or mega man while he is on his journey, and at the end- you feel almost like you've lost, because there is nothing left now. i have the sense of adventure in my past that i remember, but i need my next colossus to kill to get to carry on my way. sometimes i wish i was brave. i wish i was stronger. sometimes i feel the same as before, but i do know that i've changed. and i'm not sure if its for the better. i'm not who i used to be and i'm not quite sure if i'm comfortable anymore.

"Hare Hare Krishna Krishna..."

Yesterday was The Festival of Colors at the Hare Krishna temple again. Remember from last year?

I can't believe it's already been so long.

This year was super fun. We got there just in time to get some color and get in the crowd for the big countdown and the smokescreen of color. :)