One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

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"So she really lets herself go and her painted smile twists, stretches to an open snarl, and she blows up bigger and bigger, big as a tractor, so big I can smell the machinery inside the way you smell a motor pulling too big a load."

I slept through my alarm clock. Pissed my carpool off. I was supposed to drive. Missed school. Missed my appointment with Paul. And now instead of doing homework, I'm just organizing my itunes music library for when I get my ipod. This will be my parent's hanukkah/birthday present to me.

I'm going to be buying a 4-track with money that I've accumulated. I can't wait to enter the world of recording. I've got so many ideas. I've written so many notes in my notebook about what to do when I record. I'm excited.

"The Extent of Stability and Change in Episodic and Semantic Memory in Old Age: Demographic Predictors of Level and Change" is an interesting experimental study. I should be calling tiny telephone soon. Once I've worked up the courage.

I'm reading 4 books right now. Soon to become 5 with the addition to "Crime and Punishment".
-One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest - Kesey
-Thus Spoke Zarathustra - Nietzsche
-Imagination - Sartre
-Genius - Harold Bloom

I'm far behind in books I need to read. It makes me feel like a fool.