It's when my eyes are heavy that I have to write the most.

I'm delirious right now.
I have to right about the incident seeing Lucid. I have to write about the eventful day in Manila. I have to write about my amibitions for this summer. I have to write about love. I have to write about death. I have to write for me. I want to talk about the intricacies of my schedule and my hopes for the future. It's imperative that I record these thoughts in my memories before they fade away into short term nothingness, the exhale of cigarette smoke that soon fades into the sky after being blown out. I don't know what I'm really trying to say right now but I'm completely comfortable with that. I learned how to input excel spreadsheets from google doc today into wordpress. I talked to Anne Songdej about the Thai Identity and learned more about her experiences. I still have yet to read that 66 page honors thesis on Puerto Rican (applicable to all ___-american folks) identity formation and acculturation in the US. I love to write, and need to be accountable to my love and do her justice. My dslr's name is nyla, which speaks to the synthetically constructed medium which is used to capture the organic essence of life. I have genetics tomorrow bright and early at 10, then lunch with Jeff Dam, to finish my assignment for AAS 141, to look at the billion post it notes on my desktop from practicing guitar to figuring out what's up with my financial aid right now so I think it's good that I pass out and seriously KTFO for the night. gnite world.