i have this silly theory that the more time you spend on the internet, the more you dislike yourself/would like to trade your life story for that of someone else. maybe it's just me. maybe i should just stop spending so much time on the internet.
i keep alternating between using one and two spaces to separate each sentence. true story: two semesters ago, i got into a heated debate with a group member in my entrepreneurship class about whether or not there should be one or two spaces between each sentence within our sixty-five page paper.
today i went to lunch with an ex and it was awkward. it's really unfortunate because i'm legitimately trying to make things work... i still want to be friends. is it typically guys that have the issue? i always thought that girls were the ones with all the drama; i suppose i was wrong.
with the exception of my awkward lunch, i spent the day studying. i've prepared my essay question the best that i can and have memorized nearly every single instrument from south africa, eastern europe, and latin america. go ahead, test me. i went to a study group that was supposed to be comprised of six people and ended up having only three. i made two new friends, so that's always nice.
i saw delores and the boy with the ice eyes at my favorite coffee shop today. i knew i loved that place for a reason.
i've been jamming to imogen heap, janelle monae, and the new copeland. i'm on one of my new music kicks. sometimes it's refreshing to not listen to the same four bands that are in constant rotation on mypod.
barack obama cancelled his rally on thursday because his grandmother is sick. poop.
paul texted me last night out of the blue to tell me that his band is going to be in chicago this week recording. now that future president-elect barack obama will not be here, i think i'm going to head down early on thursday to see him for a bit before i meet up with jen for girls night. i miss paul a lot and haven't seen him in two years or so? it's crazy how fast time flies. i'm pretty sure that between the years of 2002 and 2004, his band was my entire life. i'm also pretty sure that the years between 2002 and 2004 were where some of my fondest memories come from. sometimes things change so quickly and it's the ease to which i adapt to the new situation that is a bit frightening.
last night i had the most bizarre dream. i think that it was my first dream ever involving a ghost/spirit. in the dream, one of the residents at the y had passed away and i was trying to console her granddaughter by telling her that she was in a "better place" now. as that happened, her spirit attacked me by throwing me to the ground and pounding on my chest. i woke up with chest pains and goosebumps.
ok, i'm done procrastinating. back to studying. i see a "late to bed, early to rise" evening currently in progress.
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