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I've been meaning to write....

I keep meaning to write an entry here. Twice I've tried about different things but both entries will most likely stay drafts forever. There is either nothing to write about or too much to write about. I used to love writing. I would write all the time growing up. There were always stories and adventures going on in my head that just craved to come out. Conversations with characters who only existed in my mind kept that mind very busy. Really, the only way to feel sane and relaxed was to write everything down. That way the characters, places, and story lines still existed and it gave my thoughts a rest. I think writing then was much easier. Maybe I'm out of practice.

Rain and imagination

There is something about staying up late during a rain storm that excites me and relaxes me at the same time. I love the quiet. Two in the morning is a time (usually) where most people are asleep and dreaming. TVs and computers are turned off, work is put away, nothing more has to be done. It is the time where I can sit in my room in silence knowing I will not be interrupted. No one will knock on my door, no one will talk/yell outside my room. There is just me. Me and my room.

This sound, silence, is like standing in a forest, surrounded only by trees, dirt, and shrubbery...and of course the occasional animal. It is the silence of the wind rustling the leaves and the sounds of life living. This is the time where anything is possible...in my imagination. Characters are created, adventures are starting, worlds are discovered. Right now is the time to live in the nature of this world while imaging a new one. In no way or form is this escaping or being ungrateful for what is around me...but rather embracing this thing called: imagination. Why have one if not to use it? To not would be such a horrible waste.

Forecast: Califonia vs England

Sitting in my dad's office chair, looking out his window, I am amazed. After almost a week of 200 degree weather (minor exaggeration here) the past couple of days have been rather...overcast. It is the kind of weather that I am fond of, thus one of the reasons why I am going to England, but I find myself yearning for the sun. In just a few days I will be living abroad for 6 weeks in the dreary, rainy weather of London, England. As much as I love rain, I wanted to soak up Vitamin D from the sun here before I left. Perhaps, this is California's way of saying "hey look! I can be overcast too! Don't leave me!" I'm sorry confusing California climate, you perplex meteorologists enough with your spontaneous changes, you don't have to change for me. Be yourself. I'll be home soon enough and will enjoy you even more when I find that the grass is not always greener on the other side (IF this happens anyways...but technically it will be greener where I am going because of all the rain they have and that we don't).

I just took my Abnormal Psychology final and my brain is now in a sort of liquidy, acidy, schlllooofff state. One more final tomorrow. Two more projects to finish due Friday. Saturday...HELLOOOO ENGLAND!

I am turning into a Smurf

For some very odd reason...my hands, particularly my left hand, turns blue at odd times. It started a couple days ago and I could just not understand why. At first my hypochondriacness kicked in thinking I was obtaining some type of disease. Does sars turn your skin blue? Or I thought possibly I was turning into this guy. I can wash it off though...after frantic scrubbing. At first it was very subtle...and I thought maybe it was my silver soap dispenser (it does turn my soup darker). Or maybe it was my jacket? But I've worn that jacket for years and it never did anything before.

Today during class I felt the need to go and wash my hands. It wasn't till I was looking down at my hands to wash them did I notice that both of my hands were severly...blue. It washed off (after much rubbing)...making me wonder if I possibly could have rubbed some off on my face during the day. What did I eat for lunch? I wondered...getting more and more soap. Was it my laptop? That's...silver. I grabbed a paper towel to dry my hands and it hit me...what other sort of object do I use to quickly dust off my hands? ...yes, my jeans. My new favorite jeans that I washed inside out (it told me too) is what I believe is smurfing my hands.

Yay! I'm not diseased.