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.


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