That itchy spot in your brain

a note to occupy your time:

things that I am obsessed with:

the illusion of appearances
perception and perspectives

that's enough to keep me busy for a while right there. a simple shift in perspective can alter one's entire reality. It's like a rubik's cube of combinational twists to come up with a different formula of formation. Yeah...or just 'perspectives' for short.

Secondly:

Playing with Legos never gets old.

Some things:


After the much needed winter break, classes are finally starting up again tomorrow. Here's what I'm taking:

Human Origins
The Earth
East Asia and the West
Introduction to Cognitive Science
and, to actually be doing something for my major... The Cell
I also want to take an archery class, because we all know my skills with bows and arrows

Other things:

> I saw the movie Children of Men on Friday, it's super intense and it's everything that we (and by 'we' I mean our entire country and beyond) needs to see in this time. It's also pretty funny to see Michael Cain play some uber hippie amped off his Strawberry cough weed.

> Despite being a happy drunk, tequila still makes me aggressive (fortunately, offset with enough beer this only results in miniature punching battles whereupon Justin pwns my arm)

> I'm amped off some new pens that I bought for school and such. Mostly when I take notes in class, I doodle more than I take notes, but the overall effect is pretty cool (example)

> I still have weird dreams, and lately they keep playing off the events of my day but everything gets turned around and when I wake up it feels like I never really slept but everything's messed up

> Pretty much, I still can't believe how much can change in such short of time, I was listening to some Bad Religion and this just seems to sum it up, "I wanna laugh but I think that I'm choking on reality ". Bring on the choking....

... oh shit this reminds me, if you've never read this book , I suggest you do so immediately. Even if reading isn't a great hobby of yours, its worth it.

> I'm still random and inappropriate and optimistic as ever.

Lets go swim in the ocean naked. In the middle of the night. Because we can!

So the other day I was backing out of my garage, and heard some gnarly crunch under my tire and an explosion of deep crimson red. At first I thought I ran over a crunchy squirrel or something, but sure enough, some genius left a can of paint stain in the vicinity of my car. So as the red started running down the driveway from right inside the garage, I knew someone was gonna feel the wrath of DK (aka Donkey Kong aka what we affectionately call my mama (and yes, it is affection, DK are her initials!)). Sure enough, later that night: My mom is furiously scrubbing, I'm trying to help, and the neighbor across the street is taking out the trash but you know they're staring (who wouldn't) and I'm laughing at the fact that the whole thing looks like we are trying to coverup some crimescene. There's still a dark red stain creeping out from under my garage creeping down my driveway. Basically it looks like we killed someone in our garage. Yessss.

2007 is gonna be a good one, eh?
I'm sure it will be notorious for something, I can just feel it, 7 is a michevious number.

Anywhoo.

Look what I found in my closet the other day:


Oh man I'm a sucker for puppies.