2009-10-26, originally uploaded by mareodomo.

My sister (who is turning 25 in 2 weeks) is sleeping in front of the TV. Her fiancée is in the next room. Juli's on his computer, doing Things. Don't know what my mom and my stepdad are up to. But I can hear someone upstairs. Walking around.

How does anyone talk about anything without making it personal? The two subjects I'm comfortable talking about are: comics and love. And I'm afraid that I'm incapable of talking about anything else.

I don't understand anonymity. It's haaarrrdd.

I'm back in California for the break. And people keep asking me what I'm doing after I graduate: (my mom, my friends, my dentist). I just forgot to breathe a little bit. It's scary to think about.

I could work at a comic shop, or a bookstore. Forever. Or go to grad school in Savannah, Georgia (SCAD). Or New York City (SVA, çe va?). Or do whatever in San Francisco so I can be close to home. Or just actually go home to Los Gatos and live with my mom and my stepdad and my brother for a year before he goes off to college, wherever that may be. Or I could move to Portland.

I've realized that the only country I've been to outside of the US is Japan. I've been to Mexico when I was little, but that doesn't count. I've never been to Canada, but that doesn't really count either. No offense, Canada. You know what I mean.

Man, my sister is out cold.

I feel like I still have so much of America to explore. I can't imagine myself as an ex-pat. I think I have to live in the US.

I haven't decided if I should get my learn on while I'm still young or if I'm wasting my best years in front of a computer.

But making pictures makes me happy. So there's that.

It's Christmas, you guys. I am tired of writing this, which is usually how these things end. I'm going to pretend that that's okay, though. Because it's like I'm just writing for the sake of writing. Goodnight.


Originally uploaded by mareodomo
I'm finally comicking again. It's been nearly two months and it's nice to start again. I'm back at my parents' house for the holy days. In the guest bedroom. And don't really have my own workspace. It's my stepdad's place. My mom and my brother moved here a couple years after I started college. So I never had a room to begin with, which is fine. Just sayin'. I get really self-conscious working on anything if they're watching me. I'm used to being holed up in a room by myself but then I don't get enough light.

The air here is different. I think that I'll miss it even more if I move somewhere like New York.

I drove to Emily's today, watched Mindgame, and drove back, singing along to old R&B songs playing on the radio. I miss the radio. And I kind of miss driving. At night, at least.

I miss the way I am in California. I feel like I'm more myself here. It's frustrating to not know where to eat or how I'm supposed to get there. The only time I'm here is during summer or the holidays, so there are always people to see. And it's difficult to plan things, and waiting for things to happen doesn't really work, and then I feel guilty for not trying harder, but not too guilty since I'm a homebody and always have something to work on, or something to watch, or something to read.

I'm a weird kind of comfortable here. I think I'm just as slow-moving and unmotivated as I am in Seattle but here, I can bother my brother or talk to my mom.

Today, she showed me her yearbook from 1966. So she was 13. And she looked JUST like me. It's crazy.

Okay. Well I will try to comic more. And post more.

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Heyyyy blog,

I won that t-shirt contest and they'll be printing whatever it is that they're printing over the break. I'm not sure what they're going to do with it yet.

Two of Cory's designs won too. One them is going to be applied to sweatpants, which is... interesting.

The moral of the story is that sometimes you put yourself out there and it's a good thing. I still have to pick up my winnings from Student Affairs. Blog, I am excited about next semester and seeing dudes wearing a shirt I designed. That's kind of what it's all about.

My main inspiration was John Porcellino's King-Cat shirt. I'm patiently waiting for my own, but he was out of small and he was on tour and hasn't gotten around to printing some smalls or something. They're printed on organic cotton, which makes me happy. John P is a beautiful dude and pretty much my hero. You should get a shirt while you can and celebrate 20 years of comics.

I also recently got a King-Cat subscription and I love it. Getting mail is one of my favorite things and the comics are such a perfect length. If you don't know John P, I have some books that I would be more than happy to let you borrow. Diary of a Mosquito Abatement Man, Perfect Example, King-Cat Classix, Map of My Heart. And then issue #70 of King-Cat.
SMS blogging. I need to upgrade to a smart phone this holiday season.


Cory and I podcasted today with Trevor and Kevin and Kaitlin and Kaitlin's friend.

We had to cut it short. And I didn't really talk about anything on my list of Things I Wanted To Talk About.

I watched Dirty Dancing the other day.
And it was... awesome. It was my first time.
My brother's seen it twice for some reason?

and I watched The Way We Were,
because Carrie Bradshaw talks about it fairly often.
And that movie is about my life.
That Robert Redford.

I am posting this now before I get too distracted and forget.


I want to start writing again.

And I'm trying to figure out how or where.

I'm already behind on my journal.

I don't know what this will be.