once again i have failed. for anyone keeping tabs, you will notice that yesterday i neglected to write. i blame it all on this insistent sore throat, pressured sinuses, and occasional sneeze. futhermore, next week will be one crazily busy week in school. so don't hold your breath waiting for my entries next week. they may be few and far between. but i will make up for it, someway, somehow, someday. for now, i bid you adieu.

a lot of stuff can make a great deal of sense when you think about it in the shower. for example...

today i was talking to myself in the shower. i was using an arabic accent (at least i, in my ingorance, thought it was arabic). as i read the back of the facial cleanser bottle, i thought of complexions. that thought lead me to the makeup that women wear. (for the record, the fact that i was talking with an arabic accent has nothing to do with my story. its just a fact of the situation, to give you a better picture of the event). but not to be led astray, as i was thinking of makeup i formed a solid opinion about the foundation that some women wear. this is what i have to say.

the feeling of wearing foundation all day is similar to the feeling of wearing a face full of peanut butter all day.

no explanation needed.

but if you're a male, and you have never tried on foundation and never want to, yet you wish to experience it first-hand (maybe to impress that lovely lady you've had your eye on?), then you can get the same sensation by using that tub of jiff or skippy in your cupboard.

but please, don't use the chunky kind.

i forgot to write yesterday (SPATULA! there goes my goal down the chute already). but i've moved on. so in light of my spacey nature, i feel i am both warranted and obligated to write twice today.

if you don't like it, tough. deal with it. (but whatever you do, keep reading).

um..... heh heh..... well.......... in accordance with what happened yesterday, and in accordance with what i'm about to tell you on the next line, i forgot what i was going to write about. touche.

so the next time we are in a conversation, and there is an awkward pause (because you know there will be one, as my conversational skills are quite impeccable)... and if you wish to fill this awkward pause with a request (as you probably will)... and if your request is that i tell you something about myself that nobody else knows (as it probably will be)... then i will tell you this.

i am a self-admitted airhead.

seriously.

(as if you didn't already know that, either).

today feels like a day of unwarranted ease. life is weird under all circumstances. school is weird under these circumstances. there is chaos... rushing around... a need to get decent grades from an inconsistent set of professors. why? so i can graduate with at least a 3.0, and go out into the snake pit... with what? well what would be optimal is some sort of cutlass, something with the guts to cut into the belly of the beast. but what do they give me? a sturdy set of sticks. useless? maybe. maybe not. they figure that if i'm really motivated, and if i have a strong enough desire, i will create a way to slay the beast. i may use the sticks, but i will surely be inventive. i will thrive in the challenge, and live or die by my device.

by the way, this analogy womps.

as if you didn't already know.

i'm in the process of making the most popular dinner at today's american universities... top ramen. its awesome to embellish in the quirks of college life. why make the steaks i just bought (that are now in the freezer) when i can have some ramen for so much less time/energy/thought? aah, what a life.

i am setting two goals for myself:

1. write something every day, no matter what the length or content
2.

i just realized that i only have one goal i want to set. so there it is.

how come nobody ever talks about green beans?

with all formal greetings aside i lit the bone dry cigarette that had been waiting in my left hand for the opportune moment of ignition. i had no intention of taking a single drag from the lethal cylinder. it was all a show. a show for the company in which i stood. why? for no other reason than the fact that i had been feeling depressed since entering the room, and i figured it would give the aphids a reason to avoid my company. i was in no mood to be social, particularly to this crowd. i was surrounded by excess. the idioms of a goddess. florid arm chairs, lush carpet, overly-adorned lampshades, and an impossible number of women attempting to assimilate with the environment. at best, it was a retched place to be.

if you have not seen the movie Supersize Me, then i would recommend that you do. you can probably find it at your favorite DVD rental location. but be prepared for a few foul words and a scene of surgery. and don't rent it when you want to be entertained. rent it when you want to be informed.

sorry i haven't been writing, for anyone who is out there. i just feel little motivation for much these days, which stinks. but my new word to use... SPATULA. isn't it great? use it like you would use the word shucks, or darn. so say you're playing ping pong, and you miss a really great shot... you can shout out in exclamation... SPATULA!!! try it! you might fall in love with it too. but don't use it too much, or you might get tired of it.

not much going on here. well actually there is a lot going on. but nothing too exciting i suppose. we moved into our new house. its awesome. its great not having to hear our one-wall-away neighbors. now at least there a hop skip and jump away. the new house is great. it has character, and its nice. we cooked dinner last night together... the first official meal there i think. pretty fun stuff. good food. good folks. what else do we need? oh yeah, a cat. (sigh). ha ha.