Show Stopper

I AM OBSESSED WITH TIME.
It's running out.
I'm terrified/excited/indifferent/hesitant.

I keep looking at my clock and the calendar of my phone. I wrote all the dates down. All the dates are there. Ahh...so much to do! My brain keeps hitting the walls of my skull, I can feel it! It's shaking! One month until Formal...gotta prepare, plan, execute...Finals...gotta do all the requirements for my classes...Gotta see an advisor for school...declare major...send in my grades from Summer school (still, I know)...find another fricken job...

JUST BE DONE!

It feels like at the end of this week, all the pressure is going to build up and we're all going to explode because time is just going to come too fast. Next thing you know, we're going to be 30. Okay...no that's a movie. You must know what I mean, right? This is the menstrual-anxiety talking...

Speaking of. The time is 1:40. I'm not going to my 8 o'clock because all I do in there is try not to fall back asleep and just wonder what he's talking about and wonder how he's not cold just wearing that t-shirt, and then I stare at this guy in front of me who just seems like the most neat-freak dude ever. With his Vaio, cell phone, and iPod neatly placed on his desk. Freaks me out. And Jess and I had just rolled out of bed and come, you can tell. We look like sleep.

Time...need to study. Blah. Gotta pick up them grades. Need to graduate before the end of this decade. Or else what's the use of living...if you're just wasting time?! HUH! ANSWER ME. Ok. Yeah...you're right.

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Live music is fun. In a way, the thumping of the bass mixed with the emotion of the performers and the handful of people in the audience who are willing to take time out to sing words they love...it's kind of like therapy or a drug. You'll get addicted to live music. For the time you watch, and you think...So they are real people, huh? Interesting. And it's cool when you're there with cool people. I've been to concerts and been so lost...like being lost in a crowd of people, because somewhere between the openers and the headliner, I somehow lost the hand that was clutching mine and found myself looking through holes made by peoople's necks just to see the bands. But it was cool last night.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

I hope everyone knows it. Saves the day. Save the day. As many times as I need mine to be saved, I will save yours.

In the book I'm reading--I told this to Nicole--one of the characters says of her friend that she thinks her best friend is the one she could burden the least. I think it's a condition we all have.

This is my train. The sleep train. I should get on...even though I've been on this train for most of the day. Hope it doesn't rain much tomorrow.

Next week should be sunny. NOTE IT.