"Titties and Excitement"
[Music || Kiley Dean, "War Song," "Who Will I Run To?," "Cross The Line"]
I am going to start putting titles on my blogs now because I want to copy Clay who copied off someone who copied off anybody else. Titles sort things out.

Today I was talking to Olivia about my week... and I've come to realize how uneventful my life is. From the looking glass, everyone might think my life is dull but to me, everything is in techni-color. I honestly am not in this deep pit in my life, I can't believe how much amusement I get from the simple things of just doing stuff alone. Maybe it's cos I'm flying solo now and everything is so new to me. Walking beneath pine trees and avoiding fruit flies; buying condoms (okay ONE!) and smelling traces of pot around campus; taking the wrong bus twice (okay, maybe not so fun); not brushing my teeth and barely making it to five story high class!

Piles of work:
1. Peer editing essay on "Trifles" due Tuesday
2. FINAL draft of "Trifles" due Thursday in conference with Professor (yikes!)
3. Astronomy exam Monday
4. Stat homework due Tuesday
5. Revised essay due 10/30.
6. Study for BECA 200 Quiz #2 on Wednesday.

And I haven't even started. I am a lazy, lazy slacker but "life is good, life is great, life is unbelievable." Can't wait for Thanksgiving break in a month!

Is it common to go to class without brushing your teeth in the morning?

Today I was so lazy and dreaming, I didn't get out of bed until 10 minutes before class started.

That meant, I literally had no time to brush my teeth because it would mean opening my locker and brushing my teeth and spitting out the toothpaste. Anyways, I rushed to class with whatever clothes I'd thrown on and put some water to make my hair less messy.

I made it to class right in the nick of time chewing some Eplise gum!

[Music || k.d. lang, "Anywhere But Here" and more songs from the soundtrack]
Is it weird to feel that I really don't mind being alone? Sometimes I think it's better that way. Granted, I'm not alone alone. I have great friends but I don't let anybody get too close. Maybe that's why I have broken off so many relationships I've built in the past with close friends. It just ends and maybe part of the reason is because I don't want to let them in my world.

[Music || Samantha Mumba, "Gotta Tell You"]
I got an A minus! I really liked my stereotype in the media essay cos I felt I put a lot of my voice into it. I was proud of it. Still, a part of me (the bad part) worried it was a big mess and I was trying too hard at something that is not mainstream enough. I proofread and I worked on it a bit, and I am happy that my professor liked it too.

I have to say, newspaper is a really good class in high school because it forces you to sharpen on your writing skills and not slack. Ms. Burkhart was also a great teacher and taught me a lot about writing too. Now I'm learning even more.

[Music || Chantal Kreviazuk "In This Life," "Time," more]
Time scares me. I don't know what I want to make out of my life. Stacie and Lucy put it best; there's gotta be more to life than chasing down every temporary high. This month has put me to a test. I've found out that I do want to be closer to family and be able to share my life with them. I hear all these stories about how time just goes by and people just miss out on everything.. and then it's too late.

Things that seemed so important to me back then are mere trifles.

Sometimes I wonder if I let the moment pass me by. Sometimes I wonder if it was just meant to be this way. What if it all means something?

[Music || Kiley Dean, "Who Will I Run To?"]
Media avoidance was all hell. Today I bought two bags of hot Cheetos and a pack of gum. I returned my video. Nothing else after that but a lotta chatting. I haven't chatted much on AIM, so that was nice. I feel a bit distance from people.

Lately, I've felt I'm changing but I don't know into what. The only times I feel enthuastic is when I amuse myself with simple things. I don't know what I'm saying.

After all, I'm still discovering the person I am. Aren't we all?