Ehh. Life isn't so bad. Ask me in a couple days and I'm sure I'll have a different answer. But for now? It's okay. I've come to the conclusion that being stimulated by other people--get your mind out of the gutter--is ultimately what will keep you alive. Without out that, you might as well be dead. It's interesting (prepare yourself for a painfully dorky reference), in my Astronomy class we talked about Neuton's 3rd Law, which is that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. He wasn't talking about human beings and their verbal interactions with one another, but if you think about it, it really does apply. You talk to someone, maybe even joke around with someone and your brain starts firing away, it's stimulated, you start to think. The person you're talking to experiences the same thing. You both bring something, whatever it may be, away from the conversation. Our brain's feed on stimulation, and no stimulation can make us happier than connecting on some level with another human being. Self indulgent ramblings...hence the name of the site. I think incoherent ramblings is more fitting, but oh well.

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I gotta congratulate my friend Chris. He randomly met a random guy in a random parking lot who happened to be a rapper. He gave this guy his demo CD, and he liked his stuff so much that he wants to buy some of his beats. Not only that but he wants him to come down to L.A. and record in the same studio that Dr. Dre and 50 Cent record in. I knew something would happen if he just got the right person to listen. Congrats to him, and cross our fingers that it works out.

It's official. I'm going to Madrid this summer to study Spanish and Spanish culture/art. I'll be there for a month, get to have a little vacation and get school credit for it (not to mention I'll come back sexy and tan). I'll be living in an apartment with 4 other people. They say that apartments in Madrid are much smaller their than they are here; I think they're tiny here! I hope I don't kill anyone. Ahh, it's an experience I need, even if I go crazy. Chances are that I'll be able to take a train from Madrid to Paris and spend a couple days there before I leave for home. The idea of traveling through Paris alone, absolutely scares me to death. But at the same time, I want nothing more than to do that.

Other than that, I'm sick, have a sore throat, and feel like shit. Not to mention I gotta wake up at 7 in the morning and commute to school. No complaining though, cuz school's been going pretty decent lately.

An update, finally. Started school on Monday. So far so good--all of my classes are going well, but they always do at first. First day of school I had to buy all my textbooks--the line to check out wrapped around the store twice. So I'm standing there in line and a guy that works there starts making friendly small-talk. He leaves, and then comes back a few minutes later. "Hey, you're paying with credit card, right? You're the one that I put all those books on hold for?" I looked at him like he was absolutely crazy and explained that he must have confused me with someone else. Then he raised his eyebrows and winks, "Noo...remember?" So I played along, not sure of exactly what he was getting at. "I'm sorry for making you wait in line again. I just didn't remember," he said as he pulled me out of line. He brought me straight to the register to check out. The whole "books on hold" thing had just been to make sure that the people in line around me didn't complain about him letting me cut to the front. A random act of kindness I suppose? At least he didn't ask for my number or something. Ha. It saved me about an hour and a half, so no complaints.

My boyfriend and I went into the city and checked out this photo exhibit centered on girl's and women's body image. It was really interesting, and scary. I had to kick myself when I realized that the very next thing I did after that exhibit was go shopping. But hey, it was a social commentary, not a social cure. I know that it's all--fashion, beauty, makeup...etc.--fucked up bullshit, but it doesn't change that I live in the society that I do. Course if people always use that as an excuse, things will never change. But I'm young, I'm allowed to be stupid. Right?

After the exhibit, we went to Japan Town to get lunch and foster my unhealthy and pathetic addiction: stationary. I spent 40 dollars on paper. I honestly don't know what's wrong with me.

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Finally back from Tahoe. I had a lot of fun, although I found myself going a little insane on the days where we were stuck inside because of the snow. We went snowboarding and snowmobiled in a freaking blizzard. I think I may have dislocated my spine in a couple dozen spots from all of the jumps on the snowmobile. Our guide was a stereotypical ski bum--sunburnt face with a goggle tan, used phrases such as, "Narly bro" and referred to females as "gals." It was supposed to be a nice, leisurely ride through the woods...supposed to being the operative word here. We were going nearly 60 mph for most of it and it snowed the entire 2 hours of the ride. I tried to blend in with with testosterone fueled group, predominantly guys in their 20's, but it just wasn't happening. I won't lie, I had a good time, but it was one of those things where at the time you're miserable, but then afterwards you're raving about how amazing it was. Something about being away from the threat of being dismembered on a tree if my snowmobile were to go out of whack made the whole experience seem a lot more positive.

Spent about 4 hours building a sled run which hurled you into 10 feet of powder. I befriended the neighborhood Golden Retrievers who liked to play catch with snowballs. I swear. They're not kidding, Retrievers will literally retrieve anything. I'd throw a huge snowball--more like a gigantic chunk of ice-- into 5 feet of powder and the dogs would go leaping into the snow, sinking so far down that you couldn't see them anymore just to get it.

Aside from the dead mouse that my aunt and uncle found in their bed, and the Peanuts Dictionary--which included such definitions as, "Gay: Snoopy is gay. Snoopy is happy" and "Gun: Snoopy has a toy gun, but he won't shoot anyone" (followed by a picture of Snoopy on top of his dog house looking through the site of a riffle)--it was a really cool cabin. But I'm glad to be back, there's nothing quite like home. Sniff.

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To warn you, I'm delirious right now. Apparently I'm ridiculously sensitive to the cough medicine I just took. I don't know why I say apparently, every time I take cough medicine, I come to this brilliant conclusion. One would think that at some point this realization would stick. I think it's the combination of cough medicine and holiday cheer (which usually makes me nauseous) that's making me feel all euphoric. Wouldn't it be nice to feel that way all the time?

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5 days until Christmas. How did this happen? It feels like it's still weeks
away. Lots of last minute shopping to do...
Tomorrow's my last day of finals, and then I'm completely free. Course
my last final has to be Geographical Measurement: yep, it's just about
as mind numbingly dull as it sounds. I've done a good amount of studying--considering, as my friend Meggy would say, the sky was shitting rain all day long.
Margaret's finally up here from Los Angeles (she goes to USC). As soon
as I get out of my final, I'm calling her to hang out. It's been way too long since we last got to hang out. She always makes me, at least feel, a little saner. I'm excited about that and hoping that I pass my final (cross your fingers for me).

I'm in the final stretch--finals are almost over. After this coming week, I'm a free woman for a month! Then I'll have more time on my hands than I know what to do with. (There's always something to complain about, isn't there?) All of my friends from high school are coming back for the holidays, which will be...odd. I think we'll have to have a reunion with all of the folks I used to spend my days with (when I was supposed to be at school). Ahhh...the memories. I suppose I'm lucky because even as depressed as I was (or convinced myself I was), most of my high school memories are pretty good (perhaps that's just selective memory). Infact, some of the best I have. I would never go back though. Never.

So aside from loosing my mind daily--I'm doing well! I have so many thoughts going through my head at the moment that I can't even bring myself to write about them. There's always an excuse...

My very first entry--hopefully the first of many. So why have I started yet another weblog/blog/webdiary when the inet is full of them? I started noticing a lot of people with funky and creative sites recently--and I'll be damned if I'll let them have all the fun. Just thought it would be nice to stake out my own little spot in the internet world. Not that anyone will actually be reading this or care...but I can dream, can't I?

So if you're here, then you damn better enjoy yourself. Look around, explore...I'll be adding more and more as I allow my social life to dissipate into non-existence. Ahh, the joys of the internet!