"I wasn't honest/ I tried to philosophize/ Only to see that/ See that I wore Nietzsche's eyes/Now that I've stepped back to see/ I haven't been...me/ Nietzche's eyes/Niezsche's god/ Failed in fire to us/ And all my love/ I'm shaking...I'm shaking/ You were not my Superman." -Paula Cole

Yeah, I haven't heard this song in a very long time. However, for some reason it is stuck in my head. Anyway, I went to the Flyers game with T-bone today. It was a decent game, they won, and we got free Chick-Fil-A, however, there really were no decent fights. The linesmen were a royal pain in the ass and stopped them all even though the boys were itching to fight. I have no voice now because I screamed, "Refs, you suck!" so many times. I speak the truth. They did suck. When they put Brash in the box for "unsportsmanlike conduct," I made it known that I would show them what "unsportsmanlike conduct" was. That's right, refs...don't mess with me. Hey, at least the guys behind T-bone and I thought that we were amusing.

Gobble Gobble. I got a new guitar. The turkey is happy for me. Aren't you?

Michael Jackson is such a scary dude. I have to agree with T-bone that looking at his picture in Time magazine cracks me up so much! Its like you just look at the face and start rolling on the floor. I think Craig Kilbourne said it best when he said that we are living at the same time of the weirdest man in human history. "The Elephant Man has nothing on you, Michael!"

I fell down my steps today. Yes, I am a klutz, so what? Its nothing big, I just hurt my wrist a little bit. I slept a lot, and baked by myself on this Happy Humpday Turkey Eve. It was good....so good.

I'm home. I'm tired. However, I spent the last two days with Tarah, reminiscing at Dougherty, and then, eating Ben and Jerry's ice cream and watching Joe Millionaire. She received the full Temple experience when at 5:30 this morning we were awakened to a fire alarm. Luckily, they shut it off after a minute. We both had a really good time, which will continue on Friday when we go to the Flyers game in the afternoon. I missed my T-bone.

I'm rocking out to Jewel songs in my head. I neglected to bring a cd down with me to my basement. At school, I have it easy--I just reach over into a drawer and there are my cd's. Here, I have to go up two flights of steps, and I'm far too lazy for that. My head will have to do as a cd player. These are the types of problems I encounter here--not to mention the fact that this dial-up internet is far too slow for my liking. Bitch bitch bitch...that's all I do.

You know, I come back from this retreat, that surprisingly, turned out to be really good in the end, and really helped me focus on some things in my life right now. Plus, I met some awesome people. But besides all of that, I come back with this renewed sense of self, and I'm all at one with the world, and I find that some people, while I've been away, have been just all out bashing and insulting me. I'm so sick of these highs and goddamn lows, and I'm really pissed off right now. So yeah, I don't know why I let them, but they've ruined my high. Fuck the goddamn world, I don't give a shit anymore. It's like you give your all to something, and come back feeling great, but in the "end it doesn't even matter. I'm just not caring about anything or anyone anymore, and that way, no one gets hurt. Right?