upon arriving at the cabin, i finished Order of the Phoenix, kicked ass at hand&foot coming in second in overall score to my cousin gunner, ate far too many daim bits and butterfingers (strange... i hate american candy), and repeatedly walked along the lower east gravel road omkring the lake having imaginery conversations with my platinum* medal. i debated whether or not to actually ring mr. platinum and ultimately opted "not" but only due to "no service" message printed across mobile screen, plus he probably would've been at work...haven't [yet] asked for his schedule and then factoring in time difference.... i settled for the conversationalist that i've construed from whitterings, mixtape, fotografs and thin air.

and now i'm back in st. peter. sistersister and i plan to see spy kids 3D tonight (we're a pinch obsessed with the prior two films) and then i have some hefe weizen left over and i may sip some beer, write some songs and swing on the porch.

i think i'm optimistic and hopeful now. quite dangerous position, rest assured. but it's a nice change.