Ungathered Thoughts, From What I Gather

I'm very tired today, although I must admit it was a fun day despite all of the class/work I had to do. I suppose it was fun because everything just went so smoothly. Everything went just lovely. I suppose the weather could have been better, but that's a battle I'd rather not choose to fight.

Mmmm. There's a lot on my mind. I prefer that way. Gives me things to think about during lectures and walks.

Sometimes it's difficult.

Thursdays are not my favourite of days because I'm forced to wear shoes all day.

Dianne bought a 3 lb. bag of gummy bears when we went to Ralphs. It's amazing.

I swear to God, I'm gogin to start running again. *sigh* I left my shorts at home. I really should get a new pair. The old ones were getting a little grungy from all of the trail running/sitting I did. Hey, rocks are dirty and corrosive on the shorts. This week is not going to end for me -- I'm fairly certain that I have become trapped in a continue "Ground-Dog Day" -- esque universe, in which my life is the continual repitition of the same events over and over again.

My computer had 653 MB left ont he hard drive. That can't be good. Hooray for CD info transfer! And now I'm putting Johnny Cash's "American IV" on it. And so far, it's pretty wonderful.

I really want to feel like I'm home. Not necessarily in San Diego... just some place that feels like I should be there. This room ain't cutting it for me. When I get my own place I'm gogin to have a party where people can get so shit-faced. Ahh... It feels odd having my "home" here at UCLA be this 5ft x 5ft corner of this room. Even then, it's been completely overtaken by random papers and books. I want a place so that I can invite people over. I'm not really sure how to explain it. This is a nice CD to listen to. Thanks. Cash's lyrics are just so good. The way he tells a story. No matter how hard I try to write good lyrics (that are stupid or disney-like) I can't do it. Perhaps it's just something best to be left up to those you can do a good job.

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That's how I'm feeling right now. I just don't dream like I used to. Now it barely ever happens. Dreams are what make the night interesting when I'm alone. What about all those dreams about being eaten my dinosaurs in Target? Or robots? Yeah, I dream about robots. Bitch. My dreams rock.