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[finding_my_muse]

Have you even been sitting in class and felt the overwhelming urge to throw something at someone?  Yeah, me too.  Like today in my American Lit 2.  The guy in front of me and to my left has this breathing problem.  I think that maybe he forgets to breath.  Every now and then he remembers and makes up lost air by dramatically heaving it out of his lungs in the form of a sigh.  You know, those big ones that usually mean someone is bored or exasperated.  I think his sighs means that he's suffocating...as least, that's what I like to think when I'm imagining throwing my pencil across the room and whacking him in the back of the head with it.  Do you know how absolutely satisfying that would be?

School, life, and lack of sleep are kicking my ass.  Things that make it better:

• Cookies from Walmart with half an inch of frosting on them.
• Monty Python's Flying Circus
• The Office
• Triscuits
• Naps (which are altogether too infrequent)
• Siblings (because I see them every once is a great while)
• Darcy's mom's apple dumpling thingys
• Calling Rachel a dirty pirate hooker
• Shopping
• General Disarray

I'm going home Saturday during the day to watch my brother play soccer and give him his birthday present, since my mom called and told me not to come home over Fall Break.  Apparently, they're going to be "very busy."  Makes me feel very loved, let me tell you.

I'm also going to the Bo Diddley concert with Johnny on Saturday evening.  Sometime during the weekend, I think I'm going to see this kid that I knew when I was younger.  We used to live close to each other when my dad and I lived in Fort Wayne, and my dad and his dad work(ed) together.  He added me on facebook a while ago, and I didn't know who the fuck he was.  He had to explain it to me.  So yeah, anyway, he's supposed to call me sometime this weekend and we're going to get together to have coffee or something.  I haven't seen him or his family for at least five or six years.  Should be interesting.