too much reading to catch up on. i'm eternally behind on everything. and every time i start reading, this one song goes through my head. only when i start reading though. otherwise, the tune leaves me alone.

until the house in los al has a good garden going for it, i will NOT recognize it as home. although, what the hell, the people are what make a home, not the place. but a garden with a fig tree, a lemon tree, and a tangerine tree would make it more miiiine. (not to mention the herbs! oh man,...the HERBS!)

i realize after today that every time i come and go home, i meet/ run into someone at the airport or at the BART. every trip has its own strange encounters. today's was patrick's roomate. she came up and tapped me on the shoulder, and asked if i'm the girl who'd brought the french pasteries that one time.

i'm gonna go aaaall out for the upcoming persian new year. i'm gonna grow wheat grass, get a couple goldfish, sombols, garlic, coins, somagh and other stuff. oo and i'll paint boiled eggs and go over to my friends' places in brand new clothes. yay.