Friday

I guess that it's officially Friday now. I have now attended each of my classes at least once. I've also realized a couple of things:
1. Journalism students as a whole are not as intelligent as I previously thought. (Apparently basic algebra scares them.)
2. I complained about not having interesting enough things to blog about because I never saw anyone/thing interesting during my normal day. This is no longer true.
a. I met the Artist - formerly known by an Indian name.
b. I saw a very leggy undergrad driving one of those mini-motorcycles around campus today. It looked like a motorized clown bike. It was banana yellow.
3. Arizona is more like California than I could have guessed. Flyers in the school paper advertised a personal valet service for cleaning your room, bringing bottled water, and doing your laundry. I personally don't want anyone but me touching my dirty underwear. I keep having flashbacks of that scene from Being John Malkovich. yuck.

Saturday

I am amazed at how much music can turn your mood around. Tonight I've been very restless. It was awful. Nothing sounded good, but I was desperate to do something. I finally decided to put a cd on. It immediately lifted the restlessness. I've felt great the rest of the night.

I'm having issues with atrophy. For so long I've felt like I was wasting away. I'm not sure if it's the state or if it's the city I live in. Perhaps I'm just silly and had a year long pity-party. It's possible. I seemed to be depressed for a little while. I blame it on homesickness and resentfulness.

Tuesday

My mind won't shut off. It's busy recallin' things I only half wish it wouldn't. It makes me wonder why. Why not? Why then?
Wesley is fast asleep. It's not that I'm not tired. I just -want-.
I tried to write some. My brain apparently doesn't want to work that way tonight. I'd like to get on the ball with it. Someone else might have the idea if I don't.
I know I'm all over the place tonight. I'm not consecutive or transitioning properly. Maybe I am more sleepy than I thought.