It snowed for the last two days straight. Montana is so strange. i love it. Just the weather. Not the people.

i'm tempted to do something great, but i think that requires cunning and daring first. Neither of which i possess. i can talk with big words and appear intellegent, but my head is so far in the clouds, i need an airplane to bring me down. Or maybe a hot air balloon. Yeah, i think i like that better.

Learned a new song on my guitar. Its nothing great. i'll try something new tonight.

Right now i'm just waiting. For the phone, for an IM. i don't know. For anything. Possibly only for love. Whatever that is.