I'm making this journal take a spin towards it's old style: more theory. Because while some people might be interested in what I do every day, the bigger majority of them would rather read of my thoughts on life in general rather than my boring personal ecounters in life.

From time to time I walk down campus halls and recognize people, but I'll have no clue what their name is. I have a distinct memory of them, their personality and face to match it, but no idea of a name. I remember a couple of times where I've met people and talked day in and out with them for a week or so until I am suddenly inclined to ask "I never got your name! What is it?". But who really cares? The best friendships are nameless.

To me a name isnt a big deal at all. I love "James" so much because its just plain and easy. I'd hope that when people think of me, theay have to go a little deeper than my name. I would hope their mind has to do something like this:
"James? Which one? There are so many of them. OH! I remember his face, that's the guy who was at that party last week. He's a cool person!".
I would hate having a really unique name like "Jaque" or something because it leads people to not judge you as a person but as a name in their mind. It's not something they can really control. I mean, the moment you think of "Jaque" you think "french" (at least I do) - so you are allready judging this person based on his/her race.

Case and point: names are overrated and "James" is a badass name.
luv.james

I've said it before, but I really love some songs because they have such good memories imprinted in my mind with them. "Blue and Yellow" by the Used is one such example. I remember flying on my motorcycle across the ridges of huge dirt mountains out in the desert with the wind blowing in my face and just.. beauty.. surrounding me and this song was blasting into my ears. I treasure this song as a memory of carelessness.