Oh! the good and the bad I feel like I'm in the garden of good and evil.

How I dislike being poor. Actually, its more than just being poor, all I ask for is enough, just enough.

But on a brighter note: While looking wholly unattractive and tired today, one of the guys I work with at the cafe came up to me as I was throwing huge bags of garbage into the trash can and making grimacing like faces, said, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm really glad you work here and I really like working with you, I'm just glad you're here, when you're here working...." he trailed off, "I don't know, its just nice." I seriously didn't know what to say, I gapped at him, a bag of garbage still dangling from my hand. I stuttered a thank you as he grinned and walked away. Genuine and real. It was seriously one of the nicest things anyone has said to me in a long time.

Also ran into my friend Jay yesterday and got a hug. Now that was awesome. See, its little things like that that make life bearable.  ¶ 3:05 PM 0 comments

  When the sun feels alien my room smells like sandalwood and I don't even have an incense burning.I have a book sitting on the desk in front of me that I still need to read 23 pages out of before I go to bed. Yes. 23. And it's after three in the morning.

It's Edward Said again. I love this man but why does he have to keep me up all hours of the night?

I saw both blue sky and sunshine for the first time in over a month. I was walking from class with Bekah and I said, "I feel like I'm on an alien planet with all the light! Everything looks so weird!" But all I can say is alien planet or not, it felt good all the way to my toes to have a bit of sunshine. My skin was screaming, "wow! Vitamin D!"

And here I am rambling when I should be reading. The moons out, starying through my window like a peeping tom. I best attend Said and then get some sleep before class. I hear tomorrow is suppose to be sunny again.  ¶ 3:12 AM 0 comments

  the oddities in my parking lot There are two guys below my window in the parking lot. One is attempting to ride a unicycle, the other is hopping around on a pogo stick while juggling tenis balls. Probably the most entertainment I've seen in a long while, I seriously want to go down and join them!

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  Due tomorrow : my life Writing makes my brain hurt in a good way. Said and Fromm are a good match and I'm comparing their ideas in the paper that's due tomorrow. Due tomorrow.

I drank a double mocha and am now offically wired.  ¶ 12:28 PM 2 comments

  with the intelligence of a stick I beat my thoughts out on paper.

I sat in a cafe today with books stacked like towers around me, yet for some reason they couldn't catch my drifting mind. I felt lost.

So I went to the bookstore and wandered between shelves above my head, full of ideas and thoughts that I can only brush with my finger tips. I sipped a mocha between cold fingers thinking how, yes, someday I'll have something to say, someday I'll write something worth reading.

My thoughts jump from here to there. My web page I'm working on for a class, Grudge, the move I watched last night that still scares me, and my Edward Said paper I have to start writing in the morning...

Yes. Said. Let me beat some of those thoughts out of my head. Those are the thoughts with a dealine. Beat away, just beat away.  ¶ 3:25 PM 0 comments

  and its a new beginning the snow came down like white fuzz on the most still of air and I caught it on my tongue tip.

This blog shall be revived and shall be my scribbling space for my academically inclined brain. Soon it shall have a new face as well. With links and interactive-ability galore. I shall use it as my dumping ground for all and nothing that is in my head and on my heart.

With that, I shall return to reading and obsessively twisting my hair.  ¶ 9:25 PM 0 comments