Should I shut up a bit?

I've been writing so much lately because I keep realizing stuff. Everyday I realize something I never noticed or thought of, or I put two or five things together and figure something out.
What did I realize today?
That my personality and interests directly reflect my ethnic make-up.
Funny.
The white part of me is the logical, sensible, philisophical part.
The hispanic part of me is the overly emotional, overly caring, overly family and friend oriented part.
The native american part (and yes, I recently found out that I can technically be considered native american, and therefore open a casino, cool huh!) cares about the Earth and the animals and loves being outside.
Hehehe.

The inherent problem in blogging...

You know how you always come to a blog wanting to write what's really on your mind, and then think about the people who read it...and realize you can't say half the stuff you wanted.
Same applies to me, so though people liked the 'candidness' of my blog, and I must admit...it was fairly candid...the composition itself was something like 50% truth, 50% lies to make the truth not sound so bad.
I might have brought up things I really wished to talk about, but in reality, from reading my blog, you wouldn't know anything more about me than you did before, unless you knew me really well to begin with. You would have to be able to distinguish between my truth and my cover-ups.
That is why my blog dissatisfied me, that is why I wanted to get rid of it, and I will still update you on what's happening, what I'm thinking about. But, as we end up doing anyway, its probably better for us all to just talk, rather than blog.

Life

As I often say...life in California is boring. Not for lack of things to do or people to meet. But it just seems that each encounter is rather predictable. Among Americans, though I may feel like a foreigner at times, I'm rarely surprised, shocked, misunderstood, or enlightened. I rarely feel that I have met a new person, I feel like I've met another person.
I guess its something like having been skydiving, or doing something rather dangerous, and once you do, its hard to go back to living a normal life. I loved living abroad because I never knew what was coming next, what I would experience, what I would learn, what types of opinions I would come across. Almost every conversation, every day, contained a point of view I had never imagined before. And I felt...as a foreigner...that the world was huge.
I wish something completely unexpected would happen...I wish for a way to make that boundary into the unknown world closer to me, even in a society that I know inside and out. I think, I will have to strike out on my own.

Quote of the next 1.75 hours of my life

"Before you make a big decision its important to do something relaxing. Buddhist monks like to listen to rocks grow. I like to go fishing."

The key to like what

ok, so I won't move the blog, just 'rework' it

Santa ana winds started blowing today = fall

I decided I need to be crazier, I've been far too tame lately. I don't know what this means exactly...I will approach this goal of mine...haphazardly, as I think the situation warrants.

I even surprise myself, 90% of the time.