DIARYYYYY!
Entry 1:
Here is the link to the album on Spotify:
Wedo Harer GuzoI think it is good music for coding.
I am experimenting with colors and what strings of numbers and letters make what shade of pink.
Entry 2:
Today is May 9th and I have made a breakthrough
I have finally figured out how to put images onto my website, I feel like I am on cloud 9
My image of the day
Entry 3: 
there is always so much thunder and lightning in Siena, i think in just 5 weeks here, we've been through 5 or 6 thunderstorms
Entry 4:
I hate a nap, I love a nap. Today is May 14th and I have napped 3 hours of a perfectly good afternoon away. I needed that nap, it was a perfect nap, I woke up feeling refreshed and my head didn't hurt anymore. But I was sad because it was 4pm instead of 1pm like it was when I went to sleep.
Entry 5:
Today is May 15th and I just watched the best movie I've ever seen. Human Traffic (1999), I'm a changed man.
Entry 6:
This morning I woke up from a strange dream. In the dream I was in my house getting ready to go to class, I was going to hop on a motorcycle and ride to class but instead of stairs to lead out of my house, there was a dock and under it was clear blue water and gigantic prehistoric sharks swimming under the dock.
This is sort of what it looked like but instead of like 5 feet they were around 30-40 feet long. They swam so fast and kept passing the dock and circled where we were. My dog jumped into the water for no reason and I freaked out, she was also wearing a pink sweater. She was swimming back to the dock and I saw a shark coming after her, there was nothing I could do. Then I woke up.
Entry 7:
It is June 11th and I have had no time to blog or work on my website. I barely even have enough time to journal. I am doing so much in Italy, yet I find it hard for me to fully enjoy myself as there is no way for me to fully document my thoughts. I fear I will forget everything. I take pictures on my camera and swear I will make a blog post about it when I have the time, but will I really? I wonder why I have such a hard time enjoying great moments if I know I wont be able to remember them perfectly. Why can I not just enjoy great moments guilt free, perhaps they are even greater if they go undocumented. But I don't know.
Entry 8:
Today is June 20th, I have been home for 3 full days and my summer has already been so good. Everything I have been wanting to do I have done! I am so excited for this summer!
Entry 9:
Whenever I drive my car alongside a group of cyclists, I feel like the captian of a ship that is surrounded with a group or pod of dolphins. We sail along the open road and they keep me company.
Entry 10:
Today is September 15th. I have not been able to work on my website in around 2 weeks and I have been so anxious to code. I am now back in Eugene for college. I am sitting in Vero, a cute little coffee shop on E 14th Ave. 
Entry 11:
Today is September 20th. I am back in the coffee shop working away. I got a matcha with whole milk and it is a bit milky I will not lie. I feel I need to do one million things but I don't have the time or drive to do any of them. No matter how productive I am it never feels like I have done enough.
Entry 12:
Today is October 14th. I am sitting in my JCOM 202 class. There is something that has been on my mind that I have to talk about. It has become apparent to me over the last couple lessons that my teacher loves Ai. It is interesting to be in his class because I have never heard anyone talk about Ai so highly which such a lack of fear or dread in their voice. This man has little to none. It has reached past the point of interesting to observe, and has now become so frustrating and disheartening to have to sit through. It is insane that the people who are educating us could even have this uplifiting outlook on not using your brain and instead "utilizing Ai" to come up with ideas for us. I, of course understand why students love Ai. We are rewarded for completion, for good grades, not for really learning; so I can't really scrutinize students for loving Ai. But teachers. Man. What is going on. 
