A brief mind burst of snippets from the past two weeks:

All manner of creature rolled in a soft corn tortilla.

My hard drive has died.

I need to find a job so that I can manage to get to Thailand.

Congratulations Kelly and Adam!

Aunt Mary is unbelievably fantastic.

I'm far too good at catching bouquets at weddings.

Matt's mom is adorable.

Somehow I always end up in beautiful places on nights with full moons. Just good luck.

The thing I miss the least about Orange County is the high concentration of badly bleached hair.

The startling beauty of sunrise over the Sea of Cortez is still no match for the flaming glory of sunset over the Pacific.

Fishing's quite enjoyable once one gets over the whole killing thing.

Regardless of the blank stares, I'll forever refer to panda as: Oso de Chino...comen bambuuuuu.

Serapes make surprisingly good upholstery fabric.

I'm undertraveled compared to my DC friends, but a worldly globe trotter next to most of the people I know in California. It's a strange life.

It turns out that the tourist industry hates the cruise ship set.

There's currently a $10 bottle of Mexican mystery wine residing in my apartment.

The best meal we had in Mexico came from wandering into a road side stand and ordering a plate with everything. For not knowing what we were ordering, it was quite a treat.

Having spent a week subsisting on tacos and beer, I'm now undertaking measures to prevent scurvy.

All hale the joyous return of the Catherine! =D

I feel like it's much easier to live cheaply in LA than DC.

Now that I'm done with my last Harry Potter auf Deutsch, I think it's time to read something substantive. Any suggestions?

Sometimes it's nice just to sleep.

My extended to family seems to believe that I always dress up. Does it honestly count as dressing up if it's how I dress on a daily basis? I would also question a definition that includes even casual dresses.

I love seeing my cousins grow up. Seeing how they're turning out only increases my respect for their parents.

I was incredibly angry to be back in DC, but that seems to have passed.

Being home reminded me once again that I'm an urbanite, and I fear the day when I move out to the distant burbs to be able to afford a house.

Taco Surf has changed their salsa recipe to something far less crave-able.

I hope to some day understand how I manage to be a product of my parents. In the meantime, it's baffling.

It's funny to me how personal happiness can affect behavior both for the better and the worse.

Why did I never discover horchata before now?

I think that's it from now. There's plenty more that just won't make sense, so I'll leave it out. For those of you that care, photos will be sent out once I have a functioning laptop...next week some time?