2:39 AM, sitting in my parents (my?) livingroom.
it is completely silent in here save for the hum of this computer. it creeps me out.
i tried reading some of "fear and trembling" by kierkgaard, but i suppose it is almost time for me to admit defeat in that undertaking. i am on page 47, merely because i skipped about 30 pages of the introduction. i haven't gotten anything out of it, and that copy of "thumbsucker" that i got for a couple of bucks at the flea market is looking juicy for the consumption.

i have spoken of consumption before.

it is what they used to call cancer before someone thought to call it cancer. i wonder why they would choose the same name of that particular zodiac sign to name something so vile? i could think of one reason.

i went knee-boarding on the river today, and i have ropeburn on my thumb and water in my ear.
my dog just started barking like crazy.
maybe i shouldn't have read "in cold blood".
i heard that home invasions are up on the montel williams show. yes i watch talk shows. yes i enjoy them. yes i like oprah. and doctor phil. i like watching things about people. i should be a psych major, but there is no future in it unless you go to med school, and i am too lazy and in too much of a rush to run free and frolic the fields of this world to spend another six years of my life on what will probably seem a really long complex science project. i made an a in biology, but it is only because i liked my professor.
she wore blazers and big dangly earrings.
tom petty was absolutely right. the waiting really is the hardest part.
i wonder if wes is awake. i really need to speak to him of my sly slippery plans..although i don't think i am fooling anyone.

i leave a trail of clues like breadcrumbs everywhere i go.