Today in class we learned that everything is arbitrary. After that they STILL assign homework-- but nobody can explain why.

I wonder if a lot of people expect James Taylor to come running to see them again when they call out his name.

The only difference between stale popcorn and packing peanuts is social acceptability. What other things can we say that about? I'll let you know when I think of it. To be continued...

To Ponder...

People who cite themselves.

Contrary to popular awareness, pudding CAN go bad. Like milk, its more well-known counterpart, expiration dates are more than mere suggestions. For some reason pudding gone bad is more upsetting than expired milk, a stronger feeling of unrealized potential. Turns out that nothing makes me want to throw up more than unrealized potential.

College: where intelligent people debate how long it's okay to wear bathing suit bottoms when all the underwear is in the laundry.

I think the worst part about being blind, besides not being able to see, would be fireworks. Not fun at all. Just loud. Oh, also Fran Drescher.

We sat stuck in traffic, driving slowly when we noticed this girl. Thin build, wearing a big tank top and long skirt with flip flops. She carried a big dirty purse and a bottle of Coke. She was walking about the same pace the car was moving, so we watched her as we drove along, debating whether she was in style or homeless. We followed next to her for six blocks trying to figure out if she was putting things in garbage cans or taking stuff out. We never came to a conclusion other than "hip" and "hobo" might actually be synonymous.

Last night we played tennis in the dark. Echo-location is not as helpful as bats might make it seem.

Apathy killed the cat. Curiosity was going to, but just didn't care enough. Ironic.

I bet if you just got dumped by a girl named Katrina that the whole hurricane thing really puts things in perspective-- you got off lucky.

Today my flip flop foot tan faded away, in a sort of peeling way so that it is uncertain whether it was ever really brown skin or just dirt. Either way, it marks the true end of summer.

They say out of sight, out of mind. I guess that means that if I can't see myself I must be out of my mind.