Emotion:envious.
Random Thought:i'm missing it.
What:people under the stairs. (ah yes, refreshing)

i'm envious of those who have time to appreciate the things i once appreciated. sigh. i miss it all. i had a revelation yesterday thanks to my dear friend adrian. . sometimes time doesn't permit us to do the things we are passionate about. it's just on pause. . it'll never stop. i hope that applies to me as well. . . which means in turn, my activism will never stop. i'll continue to have my daily revolutions.

it was an interesting day yesterday trying to, what i thought of as, reacquainting myself with the "group." still trying to find my place in that situation i suppose. i have no apsa, i have no mslc. i have a bit of education, so what does that make me? (yay, i rhymed). speaking of which, i miss writing, poetry, spoken word, and just coming up with some mind fuck.

you know what's interesting. . that sometimes people take part in the looking glass. . "i am what you think i am." thus, they act accordingly. for quite some time now i've been wanting to wear wraps. . i did for a short time, but i stopped. now i'm afraid to wear because. . people might think i'm weird. i know it sounds strange coming from me, but it's normal right. so here i am. . i'm taking a step towards something i want. . i want to wear wraps. and i have.



i'm most comfortable in that skin.

i find comfort in unsual delights.

this weekend is a weekend dedicated to my family. since lex and i have been spending an endless amount of time together, we've decided that it's time to refocus on our family. my parents come home on the 22, monday. 7:40 a.m. i'm excited. i've already spoken to my oldest sister and tried to convince her to come to san diego for thanksgiving. we'll see if she'll pull through by this thursday.

i have a test and book report due on tuesday. then i'm home free until the next week, dec. 2 when i have a research paper due.

. . . random thought: why must i be surrounded by rebellious children? yes, i realize that self-characteristics rub off onto children. they are molded by their surroundings.

i would love to share a song with you, but i'm not that hi-tech saavy so i'll just link you to the site. radioactivesagoproject.com

til next revolution. . . enjoy!