5:30 pm i realize that i am unusually bored.  not that i don't have anything to do, but instead, a burning desire to have fun, to be entertained, to do something out of the norm.  Oh you poor twisted, damned soul; the first thing you did was call Jason to see if he had any mini's.  No luck, bastard's in maui.  Next, called Janey for aid in the obtaining of beans. Again no luck, she's too fucked up to answer her phone.  not going to call nick; too risky to associate with him anymore....and i don't like the guy.  tsk tsk, my actions really reflect my darker side.  moving on, after realizing that "hanging out" with people is going to take some work i decided to go solo.  unfortunately, i had nothing planned; no preparations whatsoever so i had to resort to the cliche.  going to the movies (sigh).  i justified this decision with the following logic: if i wanted to something really fun i should have prepared better and i could do a little shopping on the way back.  so i saw Men who stare at goats.  it wasn't a bad movie and there was a really funny scene where a whole military base got dosed with acid (priceless ^^).  i WAS going to sneak into Zombieland but as i waited in the concession stand i thought to myself "I'm standing in a long ass line surrounded by random, faceless people and I'm about to buy a exceeding overpriced hot dog that tastes like shit.  afterwards i'm going to sit in a dark room for hours doing nothing, watching something that will hold no meaning for me a week from now.  i think my body is telling me to make an impulsive decision."

so i decided to take a simple nightly walk around the city instead.  I sat down and watched fireworks in the park; which they do every week as i found out later.  i walked to the edge of some random pier and felt the salty, fishy wind.  it was a really nice walk, my favorite part was watching leaves bathed in the gold, incandescent lamp-posts lights.  sometimes it looks like the trees are made of gold, sometimes it look like they're on fire, sometimes they look like eco friendly guides marking the sidewalks when the world is too dark to see properly.

when i came home, while i was dining on massive california rolls, i realized i forgot to go shopping.....FUCK!!!!! 

pressure cooker
perfection of the honey jar tek
glove box
a local source of vermiculite and brf
hydrogen peroxide
lysol wipes
an effective disposal plan
air pump (still unsure of importance at this point)
thermometer/hygrometer
desiccant
scale

Maximum cost: 250 


I have to give up mj again though i love her so much.  when you're in love you're happy and that's the problem.  it's hard to shit done when you're happy all the time.  sure peace, love, rainbow, good shit all around, wow, i wish we were all hippies BUT ALAS got school, financial issues, general well-being, psychological evolution, not turning into a paranoid recluse; all of these are also quite pertinent (or so i'm led to believe).  when i blow out from this prolonged self captivity my body's going to hate me.  

today there was a girl with a blue hoodie so blue.  Not sky blue, not midnight blue; just pure deep blue.  the purity, the unfathomable depth of this blue could not be brushed aside by all my prior memories of all the colors i've seen or imagined.  it was so blue.  i stared as long as politely for though i was mesmorized i didn't want the girl to feel uncomfortable.  she did me a great favor and to reply with rudeness would be wrong.  i wish i had a hoodie like that.