Well, well, well.

I live in a great house with great people in the beautiful city of Santa Cruz. Classes just started, and they're great so far. I somehow have a really cute girlfriend named Xochitl. Things seem to be working out.

Things really seem to be working out.

Oh my god.

All of my dreams are going to come true.

2009 is going to be the best year of my life.

I'm in love with music right now.
I need to be an ethnomusicologist. I'm having doubts about my major.
I'm moving to Santa Cruz in five days.
I'm going to miss everybody so much.

I'm scared.

Oh, man.

I just read through all of my past livejournal entries.

I really sounded like a big jerk.

I'm really not. Really.

I got into UC Santa Cruz. Winter semester, I'm going! January! REAL COLLEGE, finally!!

My future finally has some sort of definition to it.


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I just had a brief, stoned daydream wherein I found myself with a stub for one leg (originating from a hypochondriac concern about an aching lower leg.) In my daydream life, I was able to get an awesome prosthetic that allowed me to bicycle. If you have one leg, biking must be the easiest way of getting around ( Read more... )

I've been thinking a lot about the godlessness of our universe, of the infinite nature of the past (how can there be a beginning of time? It's infinitely regressing.) I haven't thought about anything this huge in months, and it taints everything I think about. But I'm becoming more and more convinced every day that 1) god doesn't evist, in any form ( Read more... )

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"It's all about holding the light without burning your bosom ( Read more... )

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