It's exactly 3 days, 11 hours, and 7 minutes before my first final, and I'd really like to start hitting the books. It's just that I didn't buy any this quarter. Sadly, I'm almost as crazy broke as I was before I got any financial aid. Here goes nothing. This internet thing is a lifesaver.

It's been a crazy long day. That's despite the fact I didn't leave the house until about 9:30. The whole effort to wake up on time all the time backfired on me today. That morning sun reflecting off the fog, through my window, and unto my eyelids woke me up damn early, before 7:30. Back to sleep, only to snooze once and wake up at 12:45. Screw class, I had to fix my computer! Hours upon hours of feeling hungry and thinking about food while installing programs and adjusting things on my computer. It was one of those times where I was so hungry I couldn't think straight, but too lazy to do anything about it. Still, it's not as bad as the times I'm too hungry to go to sleep, but too damn exhausted to look for food.

Leo and NG came over randomly. The random visits are the best. We were chilling in my room for a while, knocking back some cold ones and talking about the ladies. In our dreams. A few interesting quotes did come up though...
"Stop building a wall around our friendship, Joyce"
"It's like you're building a wall with one hand and destroying it with the other"
"Shut up about the walls!... If these walls could talk... they'd say SHUT UP!"

"I had to go pack"
"Who were you packing?"
"What's this packing? [doing the squirrel up your ass packing gesture]"

These were from a few days ago, courtesy of Mel:
"The baby had three legs!"

"I have to do my duty for God and country"

Random, yes. I guess you had to be there. Inside jokes all around. It's great hanging out with the roommates. Afterwards I helped Joyce kill the virus on her computer (the freaking same one I had) and formatted that sucka. Peace out Win32.Parite.B. I mean GO TO HELL Win32.Parite.B. Damn. Stupid virus.

I can't believe it's finals in two days. After that it's the extended remix of Christmas break. Looks like I'll be singing solos for a while...

Roadtrip anyone?

Lately I've been really vigilant about not going to sleep too late and waking up early, and getting some sun exposure in the morning to reset my circadian rythym (like when you're jet lagged). So when I got out of bed today I was kind of PO'ed. 12:45. Damn. I first woke up around 7:00. That's about the time the sunlight hits the fog just right so that it comes through the small gaps in the blinds and right into my face. It's hard to sleep with the sun in your eyes, so I turned over and waited for my alarm... then snoozed... and BAM! 12:45. Geez.

I chose a great day to oversleep too. The last day of classes. I gotta do something. I'm restless.

Oh, it's nice to be back. Virus free!

I don't think I've ever been touched by as many people as I was today. I felt like a piece of meat. But it was funny. Man, funny things happen when you step out of your "zone." I hope people are excited about HSO. I didn't think I'd be so into it already. I guess I proved myself wrong. There was a good vibe in that room tonight, and we were even missing some people. Afterwards a bunch of us rolled to Alertos. It was kinda crazy, but lots of fun. It's interesting seeing groups merge together. The most random things come up. So besides the ninja/surgeon/podiatrist/dentist madness Mel and Machacha were spreading, there was the gangsta-poo Frances, telling Frank she has big boobs, Cubs stories, some crazy ass drunk mofo driver in the raised truck who damn near ran us and some other cars over. Go P-ROC!

DAMN...

Just when everyone's getting sick. My poor old comp got sick a few days ago. DAMN YOU VIRUS MAKERS!!! It took me damn near 3 hours just to back up all my stuff, and that after waiting a few hours for Nero to uninstall and reinstall after being corrupted by the virus. That stupid virus slowed everything down to a crawl. Before that I had to run 3 different antivirus programs more than twice each, trying to find something free online to download, but to little avail. So now I must format. See you on the other side.

Story of my life... I lost my spot.

...I think I found my page. Though I'm not reading. I'm writing.

I've realized that you can only come across a handfull of definitive conclusions about life. One I've found is life is more about questions than answers... more about journeys than destinations. Because I don't got it all my damn self (Andre 3000). If you're really at the top, there's no place to go but down. What we forget sometimes is that no matter how far we go or how high we climb, there is still room to go farther. It's not easy to stretch your mind around all of it because once you stop pushing, it all wants to come back in the other direction.

There is much to be said, but yet more to be done. My world isn't quite so small anymore.

I'm overdue for a rewind. Today was great though. Despite not sleeping well. I passed out around 11 last night because recovering from noturnalness isn't easy on the body. I eventually woke up around 2, thinking I could just got right back to sleep, but then I remembered I had to hang up some laundry. If clothes didn't fade and shrink, I wouldn't have to wake up to hang my clothes. But they do. And so I woke up to hang my clothes, then check some stuff online. I went back to bed, but then I started feeling crazy nagging hunger pangs because the last time I ate was 8 hours previous and I'm used to eating around midnight all the time. 4:00 am rolls around and I'm still just laying in bed, so I get up to eat. Back to bed again and nothing. This was never a problem before... I finally fell asleep around 6 and woke up at 10.

I biked to school and some of us PUSO people had a little planning meeting. I thought I'd be late, but I was the first one there. Good stuff. Then I checked out the crazy fundamentalist hell-fire and damnations "Christians" out by the free speech area. Those fools were seriously spreading the hate. It's sad how they give us a bad name, comdemning people left and right without even trying to get to know what they're about. Their signs listed some people that "made them sick":
- rebellious women
- sports nuts
- computer freaks
- Roman Catholics
- people who talk to their pets more than God
- ankle biters (I'm still not sure what this refers to)
- dykes on bikes
Those were just the most offensive ones. I wanted to try to talk to them, but I know it would be pointless to reason with them.

Work was real easy. I got paid 40 bucks to pick up Scott, make a paper popper and a paper airplane, and then sit in the waiting room of his new tutoring place for two hours, 45 minutes of which I spent catching up on sleep. I'm getting old.

Back to the apartment. It nice that we get to hang out more often. It's almost like we're not as busy as we were back in the beginning of the quarter. GP killed Mel's cereal and NG cooked some salmon. Then it was off to the potluck. Turnout was great, and I remembered a little bit of what it was like to cook for people. I think if I didn't have the drive to be a doctor, I'd be a cook. Or a musician. Too bad the whole of my musical talent is like my freaking bank account. Almost non-existent. Hopefully I wrong about this. But I know I can cook a damn good meal once in a while. Then came the obligatory pictures... penguin pinata... Joyce "planting seeds"... Jei's lesbian witch story... Jill's music video... candy baseball... I always love LOG potlucks. I left my bag at Interfaith, so after me & Geeps got dropped off, we rolled back to grab my bag. Guess I can't get enough.

Spread love.

A quote from our new governor:
"I think that gay marriage is something that should be between a man and a woman."

Somebody save California!

I'm a recovering stay-up-aholic. Hopefully I don't have a relapse, because if I do, how am I going to wake up for finals? I haven't even been keeping up with some things, so I need a catch up day. Like tomorrow. Tomorrow shall be officially named catch up day.