Buy:
Cat's Cradle & other Kurt Vonnegut books.
CDs, finally.

Once I get all my walletthings back. Grr.

Tonight, while riding my bike home, I thought about whether I was in Huntington Beach or Fountain Valley. And for some reason, the method I chose to determine this was, "January, February, March." At which point I stopped. Needless to say, it didn't work. But it did make me smile.

Everyone involved with Molly's family but me is super-pro at bowling but me. But I still had tons of fun. It was great.

I need to start making sure I mean everything I say. Just, in terms of jokes and saying things just for shock value and stuff like that.

And while were at it, I need to be better, smarter, more grown up, a real good friend, awake, alert, positive, and to laugh and embrace all my friends. I should also be a real good listener, honest, brave, and I think I'm already happy.

This song is something to listen to, I'll say.

I need to start playing golf and eating better.

And brushing my teeth better at night.

Today was lacking but I managed to make it not bad by eating Luparellos and being too tired to notice the rest.

Hooray!

I've got to keep on saying little things in here. Because I think that, eventually, a lot of light can emanate from silly little things like them. As much out of the way as it can sometimes be to say them.

Also lately, now and again I've been having thoughts of whether the how and why I do things is quite so obvious as I would assume. Because I don't know how people react to what I say or do. I only get back what I see on the outside, which isn't even percentable ( Read more... )

I really like eating fresh Cheez-Its. And I know that it's all essentially really unhealthy and practically death in a bag. But I'm real skinny. And I don't care.