televizzle 

jumping 

nice hazy light 

vanity 

playing 

table 

um, box. 

dazed 

circles

i seem to have ended up back where i began...

meaning that tonight i drove back from stanford at 12:45 am and the streets of palo alto looked like the streets of whittier on a friday night... no cars. only lonely traffic lights as far as the eye could see, and suddenly solemn-looking neon lights. i think only gas stations and happy donuts were open, and while i didn't quite count the cars like i used to in whittier, it certainly couldn't have been more than a dozen or so.

there's something very soothing about driving on city(ish) streets when no one else is there. it's very roadtrippy and i have to say i miss that - driving into a city at night so you don't actually know what it looks like and then in the morning it surprises you.