mood: whoa
music: maroon 5 - must get out

what a strange series of days. can't even make sense of it myself yet. i took chang's advice and just let it happen (not unlike what happens with mikey g, feldmiller). so i went about the normal functions of life, accepting the fact that i was generally unhappy and my soul was broken. and it worked out just fine. i had a great weekend partying friday at mark milford's with pals (most notably the new and improved michael fagin - to who i must offer an apology for confusing with m.g.) and "meeting" the infamous jacob (who actually called me yesterday), partying saturday with my boys for the first time in way too long (oh man, i still don't even know what that craziness was all about), mysteriously dying on sunday and not coming home until after rehearsal and busy-bodying around until i crashed . . . hard.

in other news, if i crawled into a hole and died, do you think anyone would notice? this morning i woke up at 8 (note how i don't have classes until 11:30) and couldn't sleep any more. i felt a little sick, remnant of yesterday most likely. so i went to the gym. really regret that one. i can't keep any foodstuffs down. also, i discovered that there is a huge error on my account in the student business office. not such a big deal except i'm totally fucked for registration today. oh, and it's probably going to take up to 2 weeks to straighten this out because of the various bureaucratic procedures and approvals that will be needed to override the block. today is not looking promising. so i think i'll pass on characterization, hit up theology (we're discussing the human, biological, and ecological prospects of nuclear winter today - yay!) at 1:40 and then go over to erica's to hibernate for the rest of the day and evening.

also, remember that time when i had 3 other roommates and two of them were moving out and 1 wasn't coming back to school next semester? about that . . . tremendously excited for the space. but holy shit do i have a lot of stuff to get. it's surprising how much stuff 4 people can separately contribute to the proper (or in our case, dysfunctional) functioning of an apartment, or rather, the more appropriately termed, university-sanctioned, apartment style living area. and by the way, with all of the space i will have, NONE of you bitches out there will have ANY excuse for not coming to visit me since i may not be coming home soon. just so you know . . .

i'm lifting you up
i'm letting you down
i'm dancing till dawn
i'm foolin around
i'm not giving up
i'm making your love
this city's made us crazy and we must get out

this is not goodbye, she said
it is just time for me to rest my head
she does not walk, she runs instead
down these jagged streets and into my bed

running into bed is such a good idea . . .