"Why shouldn't we stroll through life on our own little clouds? I plan to bounce around like a kid for a long time, thank you."

That's from Jason Mraz's most recent journal posting on his website. I read his online journal quite frequently, because I have a ridiculous crush on him. And it helps pass time at work. So yesterday I traveled to his website, and saw that he had just announced a concert in Detroit, for late May. I promptly hopped up and down in office, peed in my pants a little bit, and then bought two tickets. And then I realized that Matt Nathanson is opening for him, and I got even more excited. So I'm probably going to swoon and/or explode.

I talked to one of my oldest friends in the world yesterday on the phone, for the first time in way too long. His relationship of a bajillion years is on the rocks... and it is probably the beginning of the end. Ok 'bajillion' is clearly a gross overstatement, but when you're 22 years old, a 2 or 3 year relationship is pretty much equivalent to a bajillion years, if you ask me. But to be honest, he deserves to be with a saint, or Angelina Jolie, or some other other-worldly example of perfection. Joe. What a guy. It's a shame that I've known him for so long and am therefore incapable of seeing him as anything other than a brother figure. Because I would definitely swoop in while he's vulnerable.

Yesterday must have been international have long conversations with people you never talk to day. Because after I talked with Joe, I spoke with the person I mentioned yesterday who is responsible for ruining James Taylor for me. We never talk anymore, because his girlfriend (well, ex-girlfriend now) wouldn't allow it. Because she's kinda batty. So it was nice to talk to him and have an actual conversation that went beyond the standard "so.... what's up?" that we had been limited to.

I keep thinking about Portland. About the rain, and the moss that grows everywhere that it possibly can. Every rock, every tree is covered in it. I think I would be really happy there. The climate would suit my temperament, I think.

As I walked to work this morning, I shivered and watched my breath cloud up in front of me. I silently cursed the chill in the air, disbelieving the difference between today and just a few days ago when it was 75 degrees. Then I thought, no - enjoy this, because this time next week you will be in 90 degree hell-hotness building a cinder block house. 90 degrees, people. That's very warm.

The first night we are sightseeing! We are going to a volcano! I'm never coming back.