my new favorite thing is brightwood. you know, the golf course that is smack in the middle of dartmouth, where i remember drinking before dances in highschool (correction: other people drinking), cutting through on the way home from school and sledding. for the past week i've been walking there and i don't know why i never thought to go there before. just a 5 minute walk from my house is a place that looks a little bit like a garden of eden. it looks like i just stepped out of dartmouth and into english countryside. if i could only photoshop out the ugly architecture of the city as well as the smoke stacks and mute the white noise of the traffic it would be 100% complete. not to mention the fact that everything looks more beautiful if your listening to shubert debussy or liszt on your ipod shuffle. i think all the austen and bronte novels have gone to my head. i want to live in 19th century england. maybe the year 1815.