clock watching.
being late.
(time.
its all time.)

im the proud owner (borrower)
of a bible.
that should be fun.

package from Aunt Kathy
New Moon chocolates.

lunch. mongolian.
Becca.
god.

yea, feeling lost.
wandered out to see you.
excuse, HCC.
looked at pamphlets
cooper point. counter point.
both idiots.
laid on the couch. couldn't make it out.
felt creepy.

saw the Stranger.
the most accurate horoscope in existence
(wait, this isnt existence, it's a black hole)

cutouts
meaningless events.
all of it.

spray-on grass.
cover-up.
censored.

tired.
mellow.
not panicked, just fucking annoyed.
and lost.
i could cry.
but i dont want you to hear me.


Where to start on this damned book?
the beginning?
i should do my actual assigned reading first.

wanna watch Into the Wild tonight. doubt i will get to it.
Even if i did have time...
i wouldnt watch it.
i dont think.



oh... its probably better that I don't have Poisonwood with me while i read it.
but it does make it less enjoyable for me.


splayed thoughts.
raquetball sounds fun
and climbing.

just yea-fucking-right to everything i want.
monotonous.
meaningless.
duress
stress
im such a mess.

good bye.
i'll be sitting over there if you need me.