Five MInutes To Midnight

Today was simply lovely. I mean, it didn't quite have that surreal feeling of driving down High Street with the air cooling my face singing, "Don't Stop Believin'" but it was pretty good all the same. I laid outside on the hill, spread out beneath my dorm with my books and my iPod and Jen and Chelsea, and I studied chem (and yes, I did study a lot, almost twelve sections worth, notes included) and watched the steady dribble of people as they walked across the path in front of my dorm towards their destination- the spring scrimmage, which I had no desire to attend (even if I did get a ticket, I realized I don't much like football and I was better off being productive) so I didn't. We did have a few listens to Journey, unfortunately none of the passer-bys said, "hey is that journey?!" in the style of the Family Guy scene. It was disappointing. But still fun. I even absorbed some UV light, which to me is a good thing. I mean, I want to die young anyway, why not skin cancer?

I also had the nice advantage of catching up with Nina tonight. I haven't seen her in just ages and ages so it was nice to see her again.

Nothing else particularly exciting. I have furthered my theory that if you ignore things they will eventually go away. I mean, okay, technically that's like concious repression, but hey whatever. So one day I'll go crazy and jump off into the Olentangy. No big deal, no one will particularly miss me after a few days. That's not even emo, it's just a fact. People learn to move on. Especially me, I'm not really worht remembering.

Typing feels nice and I cannot explain why. I just sort of like typing, it's like the words are taking me to come destination and the more and faster I type the quicker I will reach the destination. But words can't really take you anywhere, except maybe to a revalation. It's only action that gets people anywhere in life, right?

I think I killed my last chance at things for a while. I guess I have nothing left except the knowlege that next year I'm going to want to die because I've looked at my schedule and even though it's only 18 hours it makes me want to die- Analytical chemistry, Spanish linguistics and advanced grammar, ochem lecture I, and phisics 111. kill me kill me kill me. I am obviously better off dead anyway.

Oh well. Time to sleep. Hopefully the three (generic) alieve I just swallowed will keep my muscles from atrophing in my sleep. I'm not really sure what the progressive form of that verb is, so cut me some slack.