Never start a sentence with the word "so". Sigh, that's what i think every time I go to start a blog with the word "so". I guess I do it because finding an otherwise catching opener is a bit too much work normally for me, and it's just easier to start with the action, and since the opening word either makes or breaks the whole damn thing.. why not use the non-confrontational "so" in order to hurry the reader along to the meat of your expression thereby duping him into finding you interesting and perhaps even caring about what you have to say for a nano-second longer than he would were you to attempt to start off strongly with a good word, but actually fall very short of that by starting the whole shitfest off with a lame duck word. HOW many times will I used the WORD WORD in one paragragh... or even one sentence.

So now ... heh... Now that I've lost just about everyone's attention, I have just a few thoughts I'd like to reflect on in this internal-space meets external-space arrangement. Before I do, however I'd just like to say that the blog is an interesting way for the careful deducements of my mind and the random spitfirings of my brain to aire themselves externally, without being in a concrete place. For all I know, the internet could be just the mother computer into which my brain is plugged, or is in it's own way, a form of telepathy through which I can be 'bigger than my body' by communing with other minds. Or it's just a place for beenie baby chat rooms and porn. but if you step outside my usual cynicism with me, we could just enjoy the possibilities for a day.

S.. almost did it again. Whatever happened to transitional words!! I would like to reflect on the simple things about life that right now are making me feel quite alive.

--living on college ave is officially better than living on douglass. and not because i'm living with boys.. i havent met any new ones, i just like the fact that i'm running into a lot of people i know here, and i dont feel like such a stranger. plus the more walking and the less bus riding i do- the better.

--another gay comp lit professors to delight in! he seems like he's gonna be really good, and he's my section leader too, so thats kool. its nice to be so reassured by just the first class that you're doing the right thing with your life. Well, at least most of your life.

--I finally got in touch with my dad, so I'm gonna be able to have dinner with him for the first time in a long time, and my aunt carmel remembered that she offered to buy my books for school, so now i can pay back my mom, and maybe even come out on top. There's nothing like finding out that instead of your bank account reading -$30, it'll read in the positive numbers.
Heh, I could say what it would read, but it's really such a small amount that the fact that I'm so relieved by it would probably make some people laugh. So I'll just leave it at that.

--I think im gonna eat at brower for the first time today. Not that I'm terribly excited, but I'd be lying down if I said I wasn't at least curious.

--I have romantic lit with a girl who scares me

--The girl who sat next to me in romantic lit totally pulled one of those "what do you think of the poem" and then raised her hand and repeated everything i said to the prof. I dunno, maybe I'm too credit driven. Or maybe I'll just never sit next to her again. hmm mayber.

alright, time for food. talk later.

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