What does bedtime mean . . . extra caffine?
If you find me let me know. . . . ha ha. Anyway so class has started again. Something seems different about it . . . sweeter. Learning things again make me feel more like a real person and not simply a machine. I guess realizing that the time to move on is coming is fresh in my mind. It is starting to scare me a little less. Not that it should, after all I still don't have a good plan yet. Impromptu anyone? So I have had some up and downs this week. I must say that Yeller is an interesting roommate. I came home from late night shift to find a stranger on the couch. Who is that, I wonder. "Did you see the Pig?" Yeller asks. Oh my. I love her. She made all kinds of funny notes, wrote something on his arms involving the words gravy, crotchfield, and boobs. Tucked under his arm was a copy of the 40 Year Old Virgin. But the coup d'etat was the stress ball places . . . um . . . strategically. There is amusement folks. I suppose I should get a nap in before my early morning departure tomorrow . . . silly song camp. I hate the out of place feeling. I guess I will be ok if we have anything this year as awesome as Laudia Sion. Feel the pulsing beat. LIFE!