LET'S HAVE SEX!

Also, why do Wendy's fries taste like they were cooked in an anus?

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I'm sick. I had a funny dream that I can't remember. I'm lazy. My birthday's on like...Friday or something. Can't really remember.

I get really happy when I can buy new books.

OH SHIT, I have this psycholinguistic book to read! SO HAPPY. :D

Otherwise, I just have some flu-like shit.

Also, I have a lot of energy. I wish this was like three years ago so I could get my friends together and we could spar.

Good fights are so great.

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What happens when we, as people, meet another person?

I don't mean the social graces; the "Hey, how ya doins'" and the small talk. I want to know this: When I truly come to know a person, does that person show me something that's been inside me all along, or does something new take place within me?

I mean, there've been significant events that have occured to me that wouldn't have happened if I'd known certain people, and these things have been bad, good, and simply ambiguous. I want to know if they awakened something in me, or if I made a new choice to alter myself in some way. Am I truly a tabula rasa like Locke says, or am I, as a person, in need of being discovered by another person?

I've just been thinking about the things in my life that I feel have affected me deeply, and I just find it interesting that I don't know if the choice to change was a choice I made, or simply a part of myself that I discovered. I supposed the two could be one in the same, but I'd rather investigate this foundation before conflating the two ideologies.

Something set me off along this train of thought. Don't worry about what it was.

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I want to be free, man.

I want to be unrestrained by schedules and just live an idealistic life. Probably idyllic would be the better word.

Just get away from bills and fucking school and just LIVE, you know?

I wish more of our daily decisions were rooted in emotional choices than logistical ones.

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listening to: Outkast, "Slump"
mood: Melancholy

I still have a bunch of shit to do, but I've managed to coordinate things.

I feel like tommorow is gonna be interesting for some reason.

So anyways, the good and the bad.

The good:
Tales of the Abyss is an awesome game.
Okami is also an awesome, although slightly frustrating game.
GH2 has great music.
I have a handle on the classwork I need to get done.
I'm not sick.

The bad:
I don't know if my idea for my paper is gonna pan out.
I'm constantly tired.
I'm considering playing EQ2.
I have an assload of dishes to do.

The ugly:
It's hard for me to care because my girlfriend lives in Illinois and it's truly agonizing for her to be so far away from me.

I'm not really in a good mood.

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Woke up upside down in my bed kicking the alarm clock to shut it off, which is, as you can probably surmise, something that makes my toes and foot happy.

So I get in the shower, but the dude above me...Flushes, or something. And I get burned like a motherfucker.

So I finish the shower and get out, only to be stricken with the most intense bout of diahhrea the world has seen. I thought I had caught the fucking Plague.

After that fun experience, I realize that I've damn near overslept and I have a test today, so I rush, only to discover that after I got out of the shower, I walked all over my good jeans, soaking them. Then I noticed that my favorite jeans have holes in the seams. And a broken belt loop.

So I put on my other jeans, which have a missing belt loop but no holes (since I only own two pairs of jeans due to some earlier misadventures I've had). At least my clothes are clean, even if they are half-dead from abuse.

Then the sickness and diahhrea returns.

After that, it somehow becomes impossible for my boxers and jeans to agree, making me the most uncomfortable man in the Hampton-Roads area.

I get to the test, and cannot think due to hunger, illness, and uncomfortability.

At least I have some Wendy's to eat now.

OH YEAH!! My dad was all excited about getting me some sources to use for this essay I need to write. Luckily, when he gave me the stuff, it was only a bunch of quotes and info, with nothing else for me to use. :-( I don't have the books he got the info from, so I can't track it down, either. You'd think a guy with a bunch of degrees and stuff would know better. I'm not gonna bitch about that, though, because just having the info would help, even though I can't just write it out because I'm not an authority on Jungian pyschological principles.

And I still have my most hated class to go to? As well as a few hundred pages I need read by tommorow? AS WELL AS this stupid ass abstract I need to write?

YIPPEE SKIPPY!

At least I have Tales of the Abyss to play.

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