cold day in july

why am i absolutely nauseated by perfectly-set stereotypical "movie-esque" moments? then again, i nauseate myself by being too [adv] about most everything. i wonder with doubt if i would ever get along with myself if i were somehow out of my body? like those elementary school todd strasser books... remember? "HELP! i'm trapped in my _____'s body!" good reads. i always liked them, not only for their humor, but because they let the characters change identities... which would be different than that animorph-style. by the way, i think it's super cool that you can renew library books online. it's amazing. soon i will be able to attach my ipod directly into my brain or ears, or both?

i can now call my internship a real internship with real money! the professionalism/coolness of the word "internship" is 10000x the word "volunteering." i can't wait to build my own house. i wouldn't even have to own it and live in it, just to DESIGN a house and be able to tell everyone i see: hey, guess who architected that house? actually, by then, i would think of an alternative word for "architected" in order to prove my smarts. oh yeah. ah, i really rather not plan graduate school already. thank you.

i am in the mood to hear all things sugar-coated and to make petty complaints about my wonderful life. also, to break out of this recent bottled-up, OCD, tense, type Aish state of mine.