It's been a while. Well, let's see here. School has begun again. I remember sitting out in front of Grounds (?!) this time last year, pondering school starting, eager to learn, the rusty gears in my brain turning once more... and here I am again. Time certainly does fly. And what a strange year it has been. I smelled this lotion today, as I was smearing it on my pastey legs, and it's scent ignited a memory, that scent was from Pittsburgh. I decided it was the smell of me realizing I didn't like who I was seeing anymore. That's all I have to say. I am so tired. It hurts. So do my intestines. Stupid digestive system.

Secret Terry the Secretary... I wish my name was Terry, not really, that name rings funny in my head, but it would be cool in the respect that I could refer to myself as "Secret Terry the Secretary" while secretarial. Listening to the Lost in Translation soundtrack. So good. I started making Mixed CDs yesterday. I spent hours doing that. The mix I created was for the employees at Grounds for Thought, because the only music they had was this traditional Irish music, which for a while is okay, but not for hours. Anyway, the mix I made was the "Punch In The Face Mix," which soon became the "Punch In The Face Remix Mix." I put some songs on it that I just didn't dig at all. They didn't flow. It was crazy awesome. It had so much hip hop and scratching and synthesizers and songs about video games. Mechanical Cat's CD is so good. Lately I've been really proud of my friends. We all have our silly flaws, and despite those the majority of the people I associate with are awesome, good, kind-hearted people. For instance, I was chatting it up with Eric Barton yesterday. What a doll. Can you say that about guys. What a gem. He makes me smile. There's this catalog on the secretarial desk called J.W. Pepper Choral Music Catalog: You Complete Resource Catalog for Choral Music, and on the cover is this incredibly unattractive man singing his guts out. He looks so awkwardly passionate. It makes me uncomfortable and feel sorry for his face. And there's this woman in the background and she's trying to look all angelic and regal or something, prolly because she knew her picture was being taken. Unlike Mr. J.W. Pepper, or whoever that is. I'm currently looking for an efficiency apartment to move into. I don't know how realistic that is, in reference to my finances, but my mom is driving me nuts. I just think we need these stints apart from each other, and it's not like she's going anywhere. I intend on going to church next Sunday. And going outside to sneak a smoke. They always seem better when there's sneaking involved.