Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.

Today's been a...crazy, yet mundane day.

I slept in and skipped Chicano Studies. I went to Psych class and I'm pretty sure I bombed my midterm. Oh well. And from there I indulged in my depression and just moped. I don't think you understand how upset and sad I've been that I couldn't go to see John Green. Sigh. Oh well. I went downtown and opened up a new bank account, then we took Gus to get a haircut. We went into Borders and Aline called me from the Nerdfighter event. I got to talk to John Green, or more like, John Green got to talk at me. Which is really nice because I tend to lose all verbal skills when I talk to him (this being the third time). Aline also bought me a new Alaska (I still love my original, with the candle burning, and the pages falling apart.) and got John to sign it. I swear, I love that girl so much. We haven't been together for 10 years for no reason.

We went to the bus stop and a guy gave me a popsicle. He had a box of popsicles he was trying to give away. It wasn't even laced with drugs or anything! I don't know why that made my day, but it did.

I love the energy around the dorms right now with Halloween. There's lots of fun going on that is skank-free and doesn't need alcohol and drugs to be awesome. Trick or treating and shit. Now we've been watching The L Word for hours and it just makes me happy.

Divine Inspiration.

How I Look to You

When I sit like this
Do you see me brave

Do I make a mystery for you
When I put on a gaze

When I stretch my arms like this
Do you see me sensual

When I look relaxed
Do you believe me

When I'm acting interested in your words
Do you believe I'm completely interested

Which presentation of myself
Would make you want to touch
What would make you cross the border

-Sam Shepard

The Hunt
I've lost 15 pounds for you
I've dyed my hair brown for you
I've designed a special smile for you
But I haven't met you yet

I've bought a flashy shirt for you
I've plucked my eyebrows out for you
I've covered myself in Musk Oil for you
I'm still hunting around for you

I've changed my walk for you
I've even changed my talk for you
I've changed my entire point of view for you
I hope we'll find each other soon

-Sam Shepard

MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.

I MEAN IT.

THAT'S ME. IN THE PHONE. ABOUT TO TALK TO JOHN GREEN.

Update!

I was up until 5 last night. I was reading, doing work, and until 3:30 also doing laundry. I love reading in the laundry room. I actually get shit done in there while I wait for my clothes to dry.

While I am undoubtedly exhausted, I got back my first ever paper this morning in section. I got an A-, that kinda made me jump for joy and uh, it makes these 5 a.m. nights worth it.

My friends came to stay this weekend, it was really nice. I've missed them, they came to check out the school. We went downtown, Borders, IV, DP, everywhere. They watched The L Word with me at night. I think they are scarred for life, it was fantastic.

Follwing me on Youtube is easier.

It's all becoming clear, and then distorted.

For the last month or so I've been reading Beth Hommel's blog quite a lot. For those of you who don't know, Beth is the assistant to Amanda Palmer, of The Dresden Dolls fame, and is quite an amazing lady. Her spirituality and outlook on life has gotten me back into questioning the universe and my fate in it. I've finally started taking events that have happened to me to mean more than just face value. The universe has been trying to tell me things, but I refused to listen.
So on Thursday morning when I got into a bike accident fucking up my now gnarly knee, I started thinking "Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. Maybe I'm suppose to slow down." I kinda brushed it off like it was no big deal, that I was going to keep on going. The next day, I got sick. I was definitely listening to the universe now. I'm trying to take it slow now. Maybe if I hadn't been rushing from IV to my discussion class, I wouldn't have gotten into an accident. If I hadn't kept going without looking at the signs, maybe I wouldn't have gotten sick. I want to keep my rational, self-driven, crazy self, while incorporating some spirituality and larger than life ideas. I love moving at the speed of light, but maybe once in a while I need to take the scenic route.

I am.

I am sick.
I am crippled.
I am living.

This is a blog.

PUSHING DAISIES IS BACK AND I'M OH SO EXCITED. IT IS MADE OF AMAZING. I LOVE KRISTEN CHENOWETH.

Also, I want to marry Anna Friel.

David is here for the week.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIN (AND DANIELLE, BUT YOU DON'T READ THIS.)!!!

Off to Pushing Daisies.