Taking the Train to Return to the Pain

Tomorrow morning, I return to LA.

My train leaves from SD at 0705 hours. Jesus that is early.

I have to fit my entire life into a backpack and a banjo case... but really just a backpack because the banjo case will be full of banjo.

I played bluegrass today with some old dudes at the store. It was pretty awesome.

I'm waiting for my music to upload onto my iPod because God forbid I should have the urge to listen to something and not have it be on it.

Yay! LA! The weather here has been so nice. It's tempting to stay, but it is time...

Tidepool

It's a beautiful day her in SD -- just beautiful. I had been thinking about leaving on Friday morning, but maybe I'll stay, and leave early Saturday. It's just too pretty here. I went for a walk by the cliffs yesterday all the way to the tidepool by Fat Man's Misery, and you know what?! This is horrible... just horrible.... so there's a main pool that used to be REALLY deep. But it was cool, cause it was always full of water, and there were all these crabs and sea anemones there. So I go there to go check it out, and it's only a foot deep! What the fuck?! This beautiful achievement of erosion by nature was completely halted and covered by people who probably thought that kids would fall to their deaths in it, so they filled it with sand. I'm almost tempted to go back and take all the sand out... but I lack a bucket. But my will is still there, I swear to God. As long as I can remember there has never been a problem with it. Just watch your damn kids. How about we just put a huge glass wall seperating people from the ocean so that they can't swim, because that's a hell of a whole lot more dangerous than this tidepool. Seriously, I can't stand what this world is coming to. People are so damn afraid to take responsibilty for their won actions, or inactions.... they go and ruin it for those of us who have some brains.

Bird on the Beach

I took that when I went to the beach a couple days ago. I finally uploaded the ridiculous amount of photos that were on my camera onto my computer. I really like this one. It blends into the curls of darks sand so well. It looked so graceful in its death. I wonder how it died. I looked at it fairly closely, and only it's breast was exposed. You could see it's ribs. I think it was sick or old.

To the beach again today, hopefully.

Day 4

Today was the first day that I missed you - and only missed you.
I wasn't angry.
I wasn't hateful.
I wasn't happy like I was yesterday.
Oh, yesterday I felt so happy.

...Maybe it's because I'm alone today.

We'll see.

Crazy 8

7'32" Mile over 3 miles.

I rock. It's the first time I think I"ve ever cracked 8.

Perhaps I have something to run from... or to.

:-)

I love running.

Sunny-Side Up, Please

Being in San Diego has been nice, I suppose. I've been spending time with my family; my brother's down here as well. Everything is ... scratch that... most things are going pretty well. I went to the beach yesterday to go a walkin'. It was nice, though nothing terribly exciting. I saw a dead bird. I took a picture of it. Respectable.

I haven't had the desire to really do anything while I'm here. I'm not sure if I've gotten to be lazy or if it's a natural reaction to the previous weeks in which it feels like everything has happened. I'm just taking it easy down here. Seems as though I'm going to head back up to LA either Thursday or Friday. Depends on when I get sick of this place -- in the nicest way possible of course.

It unfortunate when I don't know which of my two home cities I dislike being in more. I suppose it's all about the company. Here the company is none. It's nice for now, but after awhile, I'll just want to be with somebody.

I'm now in possession of a box of things that I made but no one wants. I've hid it in the back of the bottom-most shelf I have.

I'm trying to keep on the sunny side. Everything is so much more pleasant that way.

My mom makes me smile. She just came in and was her silly-self.

Nothing like homehome.

This Train Don't Stop

I slept for a really long time last night. See that "schedule" down there? Yeah, you and I both knew that it had no chance. I woke up today at 1pm. Damn. I needed it though. I also went to bed really late last night.... but not that late. 3am. That's still 10 hours of sleep. haha. I never do that.

I had a repeat dream last night. Well, it was repeated in the sense that it took place in an imaginary location that I had been to before in previous dreams.

I was at a train station. I had been there before, and I recognized that while within my dream. I had to get to the train on the bottom floor. When I had first encountered the station in a dream, it took me so long to figure out where to board the train. But after I found it once in the first dream, in subsiquent dreams there was no difficultly.

In this dream I enter the station - big place - and I see the elevator that I need to take. It's that one -- right there. I see it. I know that's the way to take. But something draws me elsewhere to another elevator. Not only that, but the elevator takes me up, not down like I know I need to go. The whole time my body is taking me through all of these places upstairs, and I run into so many bad people, and the whole time I'm seeing the elevator I need to take in my mind. And I just want to be there so badly.

Eventually I escape downstairs and I see the elevator. Oh it is so close! I run to it through the crowds of people. Frantic, I look at the time. The green "down" arrow on the elevator is blinking and the door is about to close. I may still make it!

I don't know if I did.

I don't even know if I made the elevator in time.

But I tried.

31 Days To Go

It's been a hard day. Came back to SD thank god. A lot has happened in the few hours that I've been here. My life is changing, and I'm not quite sure if that's how I want it. In a month it will be determined. I will know by then how I feel, but the decision to intitate action will not be within my own hands... I will have no control. Haha, not like I feel that way now.

I'm just going to go with it. It hurts, but I'm just going to keep on rolling with it. It may hurt more, but let it roll man, let it roll.

I'm so happy I proofread this slowly, because I've been drinking with my parents, and I'm a little tipsy. So many speelliong erroers! hahaha. Too good to fux those. haha. They just like it when I talk. Poor another drink for her Jerry! Yeah, so Susanne.... 'sup girrrrlllll??? Little known fact: my parents are actually ghetto.


It's going to be a good month for me though. Well, "good" in a broad, vague, unknown , mayb enot even good sense. An important month, full of thought, reflection, self-understanding. I feel as though I had abandoned that aspect to much this last quarter, and that it caused me trouble in figuring out who I am. This break from school is so good. I'm just going to go for the longest hike tomorrow. The kind when you bring a lunch it's so long. Yeah. Weather better be nice. I actually think it's supposed to rain. Fitting: true. Annoying: true as well.

I say tomorrow schedule as follows:

0730: run run run
0900: hit the trails
And enjoy the rest of my day.

But yeah. 31 days. What is this, some half-assed lent? I'm just trying to crack jokes to make myself feel more comfortable with life. It's really not funny at all.

We'll see how it goes. Life is an adventure. Or at least a good story.

Countdown and wait.

Leaf

I just want to leave this damn city. Why am I still here?
I want to go back.
And fall into the sunshine.

godamnit.

Aww Snap

The shit is about to hit the fan.

Identification Confrontation

I went to the library today so I could borrow a textbook that I do not have, for a class that hasa a final this Wednesday. You know, get a start on the reading.

So I give the library guy my ID card to check the book out.

Hey laughs.

And I mean, he laughs hard.

haha, he says. Don't worry, I'm just laughing at your picture.
You look like Farah Fawcett.


*sigh* I'm really not quite sure how to take that. My hair does look pretty seventies-ed out.
She was pretty hot.

Last night was awesome. I love working.
:-)

AAAA

Another wonderful evening and morning. Studying, company, brunch.

And now dinner.

And then work.

Awesome .

The Week of Finales

Oh God. This is going to be a difficult week.

A distinct pattern has developed in my life: I tend to overlap the end of something unfulfilling with that which makes me happy. Rather, I should just complete the end, and then start anew. It never tends to be that way. It's like I need to hold on to whatever I have until I know for certain that the change is a good one. Because really, you can never know the status of either. What is the bad turns good again? Do you stay? Or do you take the risk in life to head through something unknown? But the unknown is just that: unknown... is it really better? I made the right decision before... this time it seems so much more difficult.

During finals week, every decision seems so ... well... final.

I think I know now. No worries, I'll keep changing my mind.

Shiny!

Let's keep it rollin'.

Shiny rims.

This is going to be painfully fun!

Oh, really?

*crazed laughter*

Life has taken an interesting turn.
An ironic turn.
And oh yes... how it is ironic. Trust me on this one.

Pleasant, but my heart feels like I've snorted half-a-pound of cocaine.

So yes, how it is pleasant.

Googlisms?

In wasting my time, I thought some of the "Googlisms" were hillarious when I typed my name:


susanne is blind en bezig met de opzet van een bedrijf
susanne is a speaker on the national lecture circuit and is known for her personal promotion as the dallas hat lady
susanne is that still bothering you? justin and i grew up together
susanne is clearly in love with words; when they are good
susanne is already in labor pains
susanne is also the breeder owner of beowulf mastiffs
susanne is a victorian bed and breakfast offering spacious and elegant suites with up
susanne is recorded as having received two payments from the church consisting of £5
susanne is aan de universiteit van leuven geneeskunde gaan studeren
susanne is a gorgeous 22" porcelain doll dressed in victorian finery of dark red satin with black lace trim and wearing a white and gold feather boa
susanne is the head of the combined nordrhein
susanne is klein en blond
susanne is de enige die een studie volgt die iets met kinderen te maken heeft
susanne is an unique example of creatures working on the fashion scene


I really don't know why do many of them are in German. I don't know what they say exactly, but I'm sure it can be assumed that they are hillarious.

Man, these labor pains suck der ässen.

Don't Look at Meeee!!

Adarsh brought cupcakes with bright green frosting on them in honour of our last shift as a super-awesome crew. They were really good. Normally cupcake frosting sucks balls, but we were all pleasantly suprised at the quality. Adarsh and I battled it out rock-paper-scissors style for the last cupcake. The breakdown:

Round 1: Adarsh-scissors: Me-Rock
Round 2: Adarsh-Rock: Me-scissors
Round 3: Adarsh-scissors: Me-Rock

wait. Wow. I really can't rememeber. There really should be some paper in there. I feel like I put down paper and lost, but not to scissors, which is impossible. Impsossible! Paper MUST lose to scissors! My head is going to implode! I know the last is true. Haha. I won. That's all that matters. That's all that matters at any point in time.

I'm not convinced that that's how you spell "scissors." It just feels weird.

Anyways. So I get the last cupcake. I eat half of it and set it down. It topples over, resulting in little bit of bright green frosting on table. I set it back up. I pick it up to eat it, but it breaks in my hand, and the frosting side just plops down on the table. *sigh* Green everywhere. All over my hands and face and... somehow.. jacket. I felt like a crazed fat kid there with frosting all over me and the table, eating the cupcake with everyone watching.

I'm feeling really good...
... so I'll just leave it at that.

A Little Too Excited

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!

yay.

This ..

wait. Dianne was just awoken from her sleep by the prospect of having run out of make-up spongy wedges. Wow. All is well though. She found that she had a unopened pack. Amazing.

continuing...

.... is wonderful.

Tunnel Vision

I went into the Tunnels last night.
I think that was one of the more amazing experiences of my life. It was damn scary when I started scaring myself. I would look behine md dramatically, almost hoping to see a dark shadowy figure behind me. Haha. I'm scarying myself now. Wow. I am a real wuss. No, it was so much fun. The cockroaches, the mystery, the noises of crazy men with chains... perfect.

I'm getting this odd feeling now. I'm not quite sure what it is. It's this nervous feeling of anticipating something good... I have no idea what is going to happen in my life right now. I always felt so confident that it was going to go a certain way... and then life just threw me a curve-ball. It's a little crazy, and I'm a little unsure in life... but I just know it's going to be ok any way that it turns out. I know I'm going to be happy. It will work out.

I've been frantically looking for an apartment. I need to find something better than the University Off-Campus Housing I'm enrolled for before the beginning of May. It would be nice... wow! To have my own room! Think of all the things I could do! Well... maybe not that many things... but definitely the few, you know... important things... like... reading... and ähhh.... doing things that require a well-lit room... like ähhh... you know...

I can't wait.

I've been feeling awfully happy all day... too bad it had to plateau.

Music in the Wall

I had brunch today, and it was wonderful.
There is nothing like staying up all night, seeing the sunlight peaking through the clouds as you go to bed, waking up in a wonderful 7 hours, and eating french toast. It was really good frAINch toast.

I'm excited for the rest of the quarter.

Eric sent my lyrics today to write some music for. I'll do my best. I'm sure a melody will come to me in a few days. He can really write. I'm impressed. And well, that doesn't mean anything, so nevermind.

Oh god. Something is in the wall next to me. That was terrifying. Something MOVED in that wall and made a bunch of noise. Holy Shit. I'm not crazy, I swear to God. Too much X-files? I AM in Young Hall science building right now. Who knows what crazy shit goes down here.

Oh well. Hopefully Silicon-based fungi will will sprout from my neck. That would be unfortunate.

Early Bird

5:53 am

Going to bed. Just how I like it.
Goooood morning.
Thank God for a real Friday.

Oh, Chem....

A bleak attempt was made to study for the last couple hours. Hopeless. I've just got too many other things besides organic chemistry that are much more pleasant and interesting to think about. And at least I don't feel all that nervous about it. I studied a ton yesterday and today, so I don't feel nervous. I'm just going to get up early tomorrow and review, but I didn't have any major issues with the material.

I just get so lost in fictitious conversations that I have in my mind. They're all with really people -- friends usually. I don't know how accurate I am in portraying the other person, but the conversations usually are pretty funny. Do other people do this? I love being around friends, and sometimes chemistry can get a little lonely. Oh god, I better not be turning into my brother -- constantly needing to be around people. Constantly needing to reaffirm the status of his relationships with people. I'm way more laid back than he is. Just let it go. Flow. What happens, happens; don't constantly make big deals out of every change because it's going to put you in a situation in which you lose what you had before.

I'm thinking about changing my screen-name. I've had my current one since... sophmore... maybe freshman year of high school? So long ago. I really don't fancy it anymore. It would definitely not take that much effort, because I have only about 10 people that I would ever talk to... ever.

I feel like going on top of Factor.

Maybe I'll take a go at it on Friday after work. Ugh. I'm so tired. A part of me wants to have fun, but the other... just sleep.

Earlier this evening I breathed out my nose, and it made the coolest sound. Like a "weeeeeehhhhhhhheeeeeetttttffffffiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIII" and it made me laugh, and I got distracted by a reflection in the window, and I missed a stair I was going down. Tried to play it cool.

Let's go steal something. Man, I could day-dream forever.

Poon Palace

In a previous post, I made a comment about how googling "poon" would not bring a person to my entry, and inferred that something sexually explicit would appear instead. So, I decided to test my claim. This is the most sexual thing I found through image search (safety off):



Go Canada.

Also, http://www.poontown.com is "under construction." Seems fitting.

www.poonpalace.com does not exist

however, poon palaces are really things. I was suprised to find that out from urban dictionary, because I had just been trying to utilize some witty alliteration.

"A place of business where a vast majority of the employees there are attractive females. The IHOP, Woodman's, and Cherryvale Mall are all examples of poon palaces you can find in Rockford, Illinois."

I'm trying to write "IHOP" a certain way, but it's hard... I-hop?! With emphasis on the "I." It's hard to do when I whole word is in caps.

01000110 01110101 01101110

Nice day today. Pete came up; good times spent with him -- always enjoyable to see a different face once in awhile. Well, not that I'm not satisified with the faces I do see on a regular basis. In fact, those ones make me quite happy.

I've got a lot of studying to do in the next few days. Come on... just one more midterm. WTF. Who fucking has a midterm the Friday of 9th week? That's ridiculous.

No no no no no no no no no.

I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like this Sam I Am.


F U C K.

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This alllll needs to stop. Mmmmkay? So... NOW!GO! Godamnit.

Susanne
Susanne
Susanne

Oddly comforting to see my name typed out on my computer.

I'm learning binary!
Susanne = 01010011 01110101 01110011 01100001 01101110 01101110 01100101


I'm a dork. Let's learn useful things! Like balance and coordination!

Binary... Benignary. Thus, harmless.

Hello... uh, Mrs.... Poon?

I just had to write an email to someone named Bonnie Poon. It was really ackward... and that was using email. What happens if I end up meeting this woman and have to address her in person? I really don't think I could do it with a straight face. Oh my god, that would be so embarrassingly ackward to crack up laughing at her name. Maybe she's a troll and it's a test to cross the "bridge" of her presence. Like, if you laugh she eats your face... and if you don't laugh, she senses that you want to, and she punches you in the throat or something... and then eats your face.

Mrs. Poon.

Haha. I could imagine her to be a very cynical person. The kind that sits on her porch (oh wait, people don't have porches here) in a rocking chair, knitting, hating small children. When she's old (if not already) I wonder if the neighborhood kids will call her Old Poon. Haha. I would.

Actually, I don't think she's married because:
a.) Who would choose that name over their maiden name?
b.) Who wouldn't choose any other name over theirs if their maiden name was "Poon?"
c.) Come on, her fucking last name is "Poon."

Sucks, man. I wonder if she's a dyke. In the niceset way possible. Oh god, she's going to find out that I wrote this. Well, I'm sure if a person was to google "poon," this would be the last thing that would come up. Nice.

Turban Or Not Turban

God, today was a crazy-busy day. I really can't believe that I was able to stomach sitting through meetings from 5pm-11pm straight. That was an amazing experience. Normally, I would have a nice 1/2 hour break inbetween them, but they all ran long, and were all too intense, and there was an extra one in the end. Thank god it's over.

I learned how to tie a turban today. We had a "crazy hat" theme for Assembly meeting (you know, that Office of Residential Life shit that I manage to put up with) and I didn't have a hat. All I had was this thin blanket wrap thing that eric got me from Turk-something (haha I want say Turkado, but that's a delicious Board n' Brew sandwhich). I looked up how to make one online, and voila! So it came to be on my head. Took me a few tries, but in the end it was pretty cool.

The day finished itself off with cake, which one may think to be wonderful. And though it was suprisingly good, I just feel gross now. Godamnit! Stop raining so I can go out an run or something! Man, I need to get running shoes. Or I at least need to get to the gym.

ok ok. Enough of the babble. It's going to be another later-than-I'd-like night.

Oh! Weird. Something crazy happened to me last night...

So, my dream: during part of it I was at my house in San Diego and for one reason or another I was late for school (high school). My dad offered to drive me and I look at my watch, note it to be 8:20 am, and hop in the car. Well, he just drives me down the street to this Mexican guy vending ice cream, and I end up helping him fix the machine (which is just full of animal lard grease) and all of this other crazy stuff happens... and then.... I wake up. Back to reality. Look at my watch: 8:20 am. The EXACT same time in the dream. I know for certain. And 8:20 am means I'm running late for class... crazy, huh? Funny how things like that happen. It's all tied together.

My Stats

For the third time this year, I have arrived at my Stats class one hours earlier than necessary. I sat down, didn't recognize anyone.... at least this time I left before the professor began to lecture. Killing time now.

Man, I'm such a loooooser.

If I had to approximate...
Life-12, Susanne-4

I'll catch up... just you wait.

Tired

Tired.

Hell, what more is there to say? Besides "a lot" that is?
Going to bed.
More to come!

I'm creative with the title, eh?

Life is so nice

Colour Me In Gray

This morning, as I was getting dressed, I noticed something: All of my clothing has now turned gray, black, brown, or dark green. On the most part. Yes, I do have nice colourful things, but those are not what I where on a regular basis.

I remember in high school, and even just last year, the clothing I wore was so much brighter. Pinks, blues, oranges... but the really bright kinds. I still have a few breight shirts, but they're usually hidden underneath my gray hoodie.

Yesterday I went to American Apparel to try an fix this problem. I thought that maybe my gray hoodie, although soooo comfortable, was dragging me down. So I went to the store to try to, well, not replaced it so much as add somthing else to my closet. I tried on the two brightest colours: Kelly Green and Bright Red. I looked in the mirror, and I looked fine. It was nice... but I didn't feel as comfortable as I knew that I used to in the past. I was going to force myself to buy one, because I knew that then I would wear it... but my indecisiveness halted any progression towards the cause.

Although I AM wearing a bright yellow shirt covered in bees right now. So I guess I'm not a completely lost cause. Ironically, I used to be terrified of bees and have just recently gotten to the point of accepting their co-existence with my life. The fear now isn't so bad; I'm a little anxious if they are around me, but I don't freak out like I used to when I was a kid. But see.... why would I buy a shirt with all bees on it? And that are realistic? Won't that fact, and also the yellow colour ATTRACT bees? And the answer is yes... it has. Twice so far. I'm stupid, but I love the shirt.

Anyways, this whole gray things started when I just discovered I liked the way I look in "asphalt" gray, and it's just kind of stuck. Also, clothing of earthy colour tend to maintain my interest for much longer than things that are bright.

Hmmm.... red or green?. I'm afraid that I'm going to look as if Christmas puked all over me if I purchase either.

I'z Be Trippin'

Today, I was talking to this girl while leaving chem lecture, and we were heading up the stairs out of the hall... when I totally just ATE IT. Haha. That's the second time this year in which I have done a humiliating trip in front of a multitude of people. I'm kind of worried; last year I only had one humilating trip. This year -- two, and the year isn't even over yet. What is this trend is increasing exponentially? What is next year I have 4.... or 6? That would be amazing.

I got a phone call inbetween my thoughts, and now I'm all confused. Where am I?

Why is Saturday just not that attractive anymore?

I Saw The Light

I love the feeling of thinking you failed, only to find out that you succeeded. Aka... thought I failed a midterm/in danger of failing class but got an A. That's never really happened before. It was pretty exciting. And tomorrow I may have my new found confidence crushed horribly by by LS2 midterm.

I got a little creeped out today by coincedence. Or rather the thought of it not being a coincidence. I had two pivotal thoughts today. During the first one, I walked by a streetlight, and just as I did so, the bulb went out. During the second one, just as I thought something, I looked at a streetlamp in front of me, and it, having already been out, turned on. This all happened within 2 hours of each other. Now, it's easy to disregard an incident of one as being coincidence, but having two? For thoughts of similiar subject? Now, I wish I could disclose the subject... but well.... a little too personal to mention. However, in the first instance I was denying something, and in the other accepting.

Omens really make life confusing. Somebody should work on that.

Kayak, Yak, Yak

"So, what can you do with a...what is it? Physiological Science major? Now, I'm only asking because I care."

MOM! GAH!
Jesus Christ, stop giving me a hard time for eveything I do. She seriously has to be convinced that there are opportunities in science. I swear to God, I would much rather talk to me dad about school because he always seems so much more supportive. Oh well.

I was talking about kayaking today. I want to go, I've never been. Isn't that sad? It's pathetic that I live so close to the pacific without ever kayaking, sailing, or surfing. How lame am I? I remember my 5th grade teacher wanted to take me out and teach me how. Hmm... That must sound kind of creepy, but somehow it's really not. It odd that I still have contact with him. Actually, odd in that it's definitely not the norm -- I think it's rather special. Anyways, he ws going to teach me -- but then he ended up selling his boat... which causes a bit of a problem in the whole, you know, sailing thing. But that is for sure on of the things I plan on learning how to do in life. I wanted to join the sailing club in high school, but I didn't have transportation to the beach the sailed off from. That's ataully my fault -- i didn't get my license until I was 18 years old. I guess they shouldn't be expected to drive me every place if I haven't taken the initiative to get my license.

Well. This summer I'm learning how to surf... and maybe this weekend I'll go kayaking. Yeah, what the hell. I don't think I'm going to be very busy on Sunday. Yes, if the weather is lovely, Sunday would be an excellent time to go. I just need to send out an email to everyone. Dude: it's free, come.

You know how at the beginning of this entry I wrote, "I talked about kayaking today." Yeah. That was really just me talking to myself. I defintely thought about it. Yeah. No, wait... hmmm... I think I remember mentioning it to my dad. Yes. Wow. I'm a liar.
Liar is a hard word. I always want to write Lyer. But that just be because I'm a retard.

I enjoy doing things. Vague -- indeed; but so so true.

I feel like being emo today. I'm in that sort of mood.

Night Writer

I'm awfully tired. This night was so ridiculous. A guy in Saxon could have burned the whole building complex down, domestic dispute, emergency response to Sproul. Good times. Everything ended well and the night when fast. Although, I must admit, a little too fast. I enjoy Tuesday nights... except for the fact that I normally delay doing my stats homework way too late into the night - *sigh* like now.

Finally things are settling down for school. Done with midterms. Just two more stats test and then finals. I guess the only thing I'm stressed out about is my Chemistry Lab. I don't think I did all that hot on the midterm, and fuck... that class is way too much work for me not to pass. That would be unfortunate. Haha. Failing would at least solve the predicament of deciding whether or not to go to Med School; say good-bye to that. Well, I'll just study a ridiculous amount for the final. I don't know, I'm going to try and pick the test up from my TA tomorrow, and just pray to God that I'm at least average -- I usually can at least pull that off.

I went to Subway for dinner tonight. I got so many vegetables placed on my sandwhich that the woman who was making it couldn't really close the bread over the top.

Over the weekend, I started writing a short story. I wrote about a fifth of it was I was studying for my LS2 midterm. Bits and pieces of the story are all scattered about the pages of my Immunology Power Point print out. It's coming along well... except for the fact that I haven't worked on it since Monday. But the idea is there, and I like it a lot. Maybe after I finish it, I'll post it, thought perhaps it might be a bit too lengthy.

After reading "Pastures of Heaven" though, Steinbeck puts my writing to shame. He's so talented in his ability to develop characters, motive, story, etc. in what really seems like such few pages to be able to do so. I shouldn't compare myself though -- I'm not quite a Nobel Laureate. I find that I enjoy the way I write though. I read though it afterwards, and find it to have such a natural flow in terms of thought and dialogue. And man, although as a whole the writing may not be outstanding, there are a few really sweet lines; you know, the kind that a reader would underline. That makes me feel pretty good.

Something was really funny today.
G(globe) Glo(globe)bal.

Go Gloobal.

Haha.

No really, that was really funny to me.

Man, I am such a loser. Slash... so tired. I shouldn't write so late in the night... or early in the morning MMMMM???? Fuck. It's late.