At least I will Fall right into Place I hate to be so damn political and introspective but it honestly controls me. I may be one of those abnormal cases where I actually walk around every day in my silence contemplating whether or not life is good, eternity is real, and if fish can think. I wonder if George Bush knows how many people hate him, or if my soul lives in a specific part of my body. I question what the devil thinks of my dreams, and what God wants for today. I even wonder if there is such a thing as love, if faith should be counted on, or if what I can feel underneath my feet is actually there.

So far these questions just push me onto a whirling mary-go-round, lonesome and spinning, untouched by gravity, tossing the world around me into an unclear blur. Familiar faces pass by, my stomach begins to twirl, my head feels heavy, and above me only one star sticks in its place.

College is teaching me stuff. For example, eating an entire package of dried mango's in one day will give you stomach problems. Granola is always good. You cannot suspend a wooden shelf on a wall without making holes in it. Roommates appreciate good decorating skills. Hawaiians are alot like Oregonians. Making people feel awkward is a good way to pass the time. Dancing is way better than listening to lectures. Skateboarding in public is a risky business. Not alot of people like to talk about where food comes from. Laundry is expensive. You dont need to brush your hair, ever. Insence don't set off the smoke detector and therefore are an illegal necesity in dorm rooms. Writting things you believe on your wall reminds you to keep grounded. Everyone loves a good laugh, even the weird people you meet. More to come...  ¶ 12:49 PM