hmm classes are over for the day : ) : ) : (are those smiley faces or frowny faces---are you left handed or right handed?)

anyways, the final straight guy in boy meets boy looks awesome. nice curly wild hair, likes to read, looks like the literary type, and wears wire rimmed glasses. --hmm---

its wierd, its like i want to live 10,000 lives at once, because i admire everyone, perhaps just for thier ability to stick with one personality and grow with it. which is apparently something i am absolutely unable to do. i admire the classy, sophisticated girls who would be that guy's type, who would be in the sunny well lit kitchen making breakfast on white shiny plates while he reads, wearing his wire rimmed glasses and with his hair all sticking up in curls. these same girls are probably the subject of Dave Matthews' song Crush or John Mayer's City Love. Then, i also admire the ultra alternative, cool because they don't try girls who always look great even though they only wear t shirts and jeans. these are probably who tim armstrong would find awesome...and that is not even it. it is not only girls that i admire--just to say, john mayer is the cleverest person ever. yeah yeah, ok its easy to see him as some teenybopper loverboy, who plays girls' feelings so they will fall in love with him, and i know to an extent it is true. at least the second part. but on another level, i have never encountered such amazing imagery. & its not just imagery. his words paint all the pictures i've had in my head--the dark city lit up by a thousand lights, the dirty neon-lit street of new york that somehow seems to be holding mystery within all the grime and sidewalk, a road trip where you actually are able to appreciate every second of it, knowing it is one of the greatest times of your life, instead of wasting it away on shallow, minute by minute useless fun. i hate that, when i do something great, and every minute i am telling myself--you better remember & enjoy this b/c you'll look back on it as one of the best times of your life. but the truth is, im not having that much fun at the time, its only when i get home that i realize, damn it happened again and when i wake up tomorrow i will have repainted it in such a way that i will believe i had a great time.

damn i started out trying to imitate stream of consciousness, jenn1 you know why, but i think i have only acheived randomness.