2.22.06
I don't belong in the warm Phoenix weather. I imagine a cold, blue-hued metropolis, not too unlike New York City, but not there, because I can't stand there. Something dystopic, ruled, colonialized. I already been, haven't I?, so why not live under the steel brows of a Big Brother? At least then I wouldn't be held responsible for the mistakes I make. It'd be society.
This morning I woke up at 8:00. I ditched Latin for the first time ever (guilt be appeased) and now I'm ignoring my schoolwork in favor of watching Nicholas' Cage's "The Weather Man." I've eaten some Frosted Flakes, some nachos and a can of soda. I'm twenty-one and still act like a child. I feel like I have a virus and am having trouble keeping myself occupied with important things. I embarrass myself on a daily basis. This is my main goal for everday right here: To end every single day with at least a small bit of my dignity in tact. I fail sometimes, others, I succeed. They're small success and huge failures. I'm tired. I guess that's it for today.