I am very tired. I spent the night with a five year old who made me feel really dumb. She is reading chapter books and does math problems, at an age when I was playing Barbie and reading Dr. Seuss.

I won't be satisfied...and I'm ok with that.

She walked up to me and said, "Here I am," and it was at that exact moment that I knew that there was a place and time that was parallel to this world. She looked like me, talked like me, and dressed like me. I wondered about all of this in my mind--is it possible for two people to looks so much alike and not be related? And if she looked like me, how many other people in the world look like me? Do they have the same dreams, hopes and aspirations? Do they have the same kind of friends? "This is all very weird," I thought, and I drifted back to sleep.

We are all trying to reach enlightenment--that feeling of joy or a natural high that brings meaning to our lives. Some call this satori, others call it "finding the way," I just call it like I see it.

Its real, man.

I am skipping my sociology class today because I have way too much to do for the frat, and I accomplished nothing yesterday. The only thing I accomplished was sleeping, and finishing a song that I wrote. I need some me time because I have too much stuff to do after classes today. Why did my life get so hectic all of a sudden? It was dead for so long, and then things came up that have deadlines marked as ASAP.

"Welcome to the real world she said to me condescendingly."

Fuck you, real world.

I would like to personally thank Ms. Erica Palan for that lovely e-mail she sent me of Michael Jackson. It really made my day! :P Today was Ash Wednesday and I got all ashed up. Its also the start of my 40 days of being without coffee. I said coffee, not caffeine. Please, I love Jesus, but even I am human and need my caffeine! :)

Sleep...must sleep.

I have a frat meeting tonight from 9-10. This sucks because I just want my night to be over, so I can sleep. My head hurts just thinking about giving up coffee for Lent. Why do people talk out of their asses in my Beats Poets class? Now granted, there are incredibly smart people in there that I really love to hear talk; however, its when the stupid ones open their mouths that I really feel like killing myself. Bethany and I are listening to Coldplay. Its making me feel mellow and sleepy. That's all I have to say about that.

I miss talking to you, come back online.

I'm so sleepy. I hate Aristotle. He is making my eyes cross. This is the last time I will complain about him I swear. We're done with the Greeks this week! :)

In honor of Monica I made a vanilla cake today, and put sprinkles on it...however, my family devoured it before I could save you a piece. The thought was still there, though. Anyway, I would like to express my deep dislike of Aristotle as I have to read most of the Nicomachean Ethics today. In case you are not familiar with this collection, it consists of ten books--I have to read 8 of them. I am sick and all I want to do is sleep, but damn Aristotle won't let me. He just sits there and stares at me, begging me to read him. Screw you, Aristotle.

Alias isn't even on tonight because of that stupid millionaire show.

I hate Regis.