a day somewhere else Woke up to a soft humming of spanish radio. Apparently the once slow jazz station doesnt have enough funding to be a full-time act and once the time reaches exactly midnight, the trumpets roar and mariachi takes over the airway. Slowly i rose, confused about why i was getting up so early if i had no zero period. Oh thats right, i had an amazing night last night and couldnt fall asleep untill forever but couldnt concentrate on homework so now i have some kind of plan to be productive in the odd hours of the morning. Its weird how at night, some actions seem logical, but the same action seems ridiculus 8 hours later when push comes to shove and your butt in bed is on the line. In the shower i go, searching for some kind of radio because music is all that keeps me going in the morning. But strangly, everything in my shower was exaclty the same as it is everymorning, but it feels different. The air smelled different, the light through the window more intense, my shampoos odor smelled more like coconut than usual, and the bumpy thing on the bottom of the shower felt more coarse. Everything around me was the same, but it was all different. It took me a good majority of my shower to figure out why i felt like i was alice in wonderland, everything all upside down but identical to its state the day before. Its because i was trying to Be where i was. I know it sounds stupid and all kara-trying-to-be-smart, but i am being serious here. I was thinking unconciously about how in a matter of days i wont be showering in this bathroom, and how it will all be a memory. I was and still am to this minute, trying to put everything in a memory bank so i am percieving at a most intense level.Like at this exact moment, i can hear my dad clicking the mouse on the computer at the other end of the house, and still the soft hum of my computer monitor. I wish each day i could wake up with a new outlook, a new goal like to memorize things as i did today. Maybe tomarrow will be different...maybe...later  ¶ 10:01 PM