dedicated to bob t.

figuring things out with other people is the best way to go. even though i might be a mess now, i feel like i need to be a little messy and/or crazy in order continue pursuing the life that i want. otherwise, i'm going to eventually hit a wall. i'll be flung into adulthood without grounding because i will have spent all of this time supressing insecurities and projecting confidence, when it is all pretend. as much as i would like to be a compassionate person, this is not the time. there is too much interest in the gritty, bitchy, cynical stuff of people.

ah, i really enjoy being a part of the millions that partake in what is commonly known as "the daily grind." why do i love it? because it hasn't been daily, it's only been... 2 days. oh well, i am still going to cherish this bizzare thrill. not only do i get to start the day at 7:00am, but i also get a cubicle and my very own extension number.

wow do i feel like blogs are incredibly juvenille. they seem to work better when there's more melodrama and quality computer time. i'm now searching through thefacebook, which i haven't done since my mini procasination plights during finals week. sometimes i forget about school and all of the work and play that i experienced. i'll find bent-up essays that took me months to write (uh they were my life!) and i've forgotten about them now. it's such a double life.

oh man, i am stuffed with cheetos (the puff ones, of course) and good conversation topics. lately i've been falling asleep around dinnertime... what an old fogie. i need. my bed. goodnight.