Lots of things have been going on lately, including levels of self-centeredness and vanity so high, they couldn't possibly be good. Unfortunately, I'm much too busy (and tired) to write down what all of these 'things' are - not even in a bulleted list (I know!). But be sure I haven't fallen in love, developed a disabling addiction, or taken up a secret life as a spy -- though last week I gave this last one some consideration when I snuck a straw up my sleeve from a café without first making a purchase. It was very Sydney Bristow (This is how tired I am. I can't find the energy to link to an Alias website).

Happy Halloween and remember: candy bad.

Having just watched this , it's become clear that declaring my love for this man once before bedtime isn't often enough.

For the first time today I noticed a narrow path of trees and rocks situated, illogically, between two campus buildings on a busy street. It was a faux-nature trail masquerading as a mini-forest, the kind urban planners construct to justify the twenty glass buildings they've erected. I continued walking, wondering why I hadn't noticed it before today, when I glimpsed a couple making out in the middle of the mini-forest I really couldn't believe I'd never noticed before today. He was tall and wore a striped polo t-shirt; she had uninspiring Marcia Brady blond hair and held his face in her hand. The last solid rays of afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves while Karen O's desperate refrain of 'they don't love you like I love you" played on my headsets.

Feeling like a voyeur, I looked away.

I don't know who else is still up at 1 AM. Though I'm sure many people are, somewhere.

I am reluctant to go to bed at night. Years ago this came up in conversation with a friend and he asked why. Having never given it much thought before then, I told him that I was still waiting for something to happen.

Nothing ever happens on Mondays. I go to class. I eat lunch. I go to another class. I snack. Another class. This week Monday will be last week Monday which was the Monday before that. The monotony makes me anxious for what life has in store for me next not really want to get up tomorrow, but attendance counts for 10% of my final grade so I guess my ass is going to bed now.

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