there for you.

Exciting. The 404 has stockings. I'd put pictures up, but I don't quite feel like uploading pictures. Mine has a bunch of words on it. A Christmas tree made from an "A." A poem by e.e. cummings. Well...the last stanza of the poem. It says:

we're everything brighter than even the sun
(we're everything greater
than books
might mean)
we're everyanything more than believe
we're wonderful
one times one.

And that's the 404. One times one. The four of us. One times one. It says "Merry Xmas <3 Us" on our window. We rock. I'm kind of freaking out...because I'm not really sure what to do next year...so far, I know...but I tend to not live in the moment. Know what I mean?

2:20 AM. Can't sleep again. Or won't sleep? Either way... wonder what's on TV, actually. It feels like I have the whole day ahead of me.

I hope I find stuff for my roommates tomorrow. Really, I do. I wonder what I'll be doing. Crap. Meeting. Will I go? This fiber optic tree is like fruit punch. BAM.

Spent time with Stan the Man today. Cool guy. Member of Club BEV. That's awesome. Beverages and More, I love that place like I love life. Hah.

Education. What a waste, man. On me. That is. I feel like I don't deserve any of this. Maybe that's why...

And another thing.

When did everything change? Snap into place? Or out of place. Seems I neglected that point in time or something. Wonder how that happened...

Is it just me...or is it hot in here? Hah. Or am I as lost now when I've found something as I ever was?

Leave me standing here. To think.

Is this long? Getting long? I shouldn't look forward to things because more times than not they get smashed in front of my face. I shouldn't paint things in this beautiful, perfect light, because it dims as I stare.

What's something good to eat for a Xmas party?