there's something about the warmth that comes from strangers that always sticks with me. you know, that feeling.. especially in moments of desperation, when a stranger lends you a hand, it's as if you become so preoccupied with this beautiful person with such a great soul, that you forget the reason why you're in need of help at all. I think the reason why I strive to be a better person and the reason why I firmly believe that there are still a few good people left is exactly this. maybe I think into it too much, but it makes me happy. I've been experiencing a lot of kindness on this level lately.

currently downloading some new tunes. I'm also working on a list of movies to begin my collection with. I've never been the type of person to want to sit down and experience movies, but I'm having a lot of luck through creative expression from branching out to different types of art. it seems so obvious to me now, but I feel like I sheltered myself a lot with my modes of expression. I would write, I would paint. now I'm finding an entire new level and feeling within short films, drawing, even some music.

oh, to finish this off, I guess I'll sum up my weekend a little. I saw tigers jaw on friday night. that was awesome. Saturday, I spent the day outside with close friends. not spending all my time outdoors seems like a waste now. that night, I went to prospect and met some awesome people. my first paragraph is almost directly aimed towards some of the people I met that night. including a specific someone, who seems to have no mutual friends with me or really exist at all.. but I feel confident that I'll see him again.