valar — Tue, 14 Aug 2007 16:07:52 GMT

I saw a sixty some year old guy get pushed down a few nights ago at a Linkin Park concert. (Don't ask what I was doing at a Linkin Park concert, I'm not so sure myself.) Humans suck. (As do Linkin Park fans.)

I like my routine. When I go to a bar, I go to M'couls; when I want mexican, I go to La Hacienda; when I want a cup of coffee, I go to Tate Street. I have no problem trying new things, I just like what I like. So what?

I really have no problem with cursing. I do, however, have a problem with people who seem to only be able to curse. If every thing you say has to be spiced up with a curse word then you aren't really saying anything at all.

Life is too vivid sometimes.

I find it funny that you can spend thirteen hours in a car, then the second you get home the whole trip feels like it never happened.

I have to go to work at 7AM on Sunday. I thought anytime before 10AM was abolished by an act of congress, but it turns out I was wrong.

Classes start again on Monday. My first class of the day? Jogging. Here is how nonathletic I am: I've been wondering all week about what I'm suppose to wear. What kind of shoes do I get? Should I get a pair of shorts? (It's literally been years since I've worn a pair of shorts.)