"Every child finds a day when they realize that adults can be weak and wrong just like anyone else. After that day, you're an adult, like it or not."

I was thinking that I wished I was a star. But then I realized everything I see is made of old pieces of stars. And that made me happy.

Consciousness is very difficult for me to understand. Maybe because I'm trying to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using. Or because I'm using the thing I don't understand to understand the thing I don't understand to understand the thing I don't understand. Interesting.

"...Moments later he said, 'There they go, there they go.' He meant his brains."

So I wanted to write more today, but time relentlessly pushes me ever closer to due dates; I still have much preparing to do.

A brief list of today's activities:

1. Unwillingly got out of bed ten minutes before mandatory time of departure for acceptable arrival to class.
2. Discussed questions on the Govt final; Prof. literally gave us answers.
3. Felt the need to visit Half Price Books for ideas for summer reading.
4. Ended up buying "The Warded Man," by Peter V. Brett, at Barnes & Noble. This is a direct result of Kelsey's absence. She always gives me good financial advise when I am infected with the desire to buy pretty things.
5. Went home and read the first three chapters of "The Warded Man," and fell in love. Seriously, it's brutally awesome. I like brutally awesome.
6. Studied some trig after picking up Beka from school.
7. Went to Micky D's with Nathan.
8. Returned home to write this blog, and now I must write an essay for which I do not have a topic or any idea of what my professor is asking for.

There you have it. Cheers!

Oh yeah! and bio was cancelled for the third time in a row...

Cheers again!

Take one capsule by mouth once daily for 3-4 days, then take two capsules at bedtime or one each morning and at bedtime.

I've come to realize that I hate Facebook. What do I care about the ridiculous page and 43 other profiles you "like?" I get absolutely nothing from Facebook, so I will be deactivating my account.

I think I'll like having a blog much better. Kelsey will probably be the only person to read my blog, but that is not at all a bad thing. Here, I can let out my thoughts and feelings, and Kelsey can keep up with who I am. A win-win.

I want to have fun with this blog. I'll probably write random stories about dinosaurs and wizards, criminals and play-doh, and pretty much anything else except milk. I really hate milk. Of course, the setting of many, if not all, of my stories will be in the distant past/future and somewhere deep in outer space, as is only appropriate.

I look forward to all the adventures we shall have together in the Imaginarium.

...Perhaps milk can be a villain that dies painfully and gruesomely. hmmm... I guess we have our first character: Milk, who is a jerk.