polka dot delight
i've started a habit friday night. dress up in your living room and chill out with a bottle of wine. followed by a night of free drinks down the street and a midnight pizza delivery, wondering how come i paid for the whole thing and somehow all the pieces dissapeared. can't really share anything new and exciting. i feel... unreal? i feel like there are all these people in my past who are also part of my present and definately will be a part of the future who have certain expectations of me. But they are not here. they don't really see me change, they still expect. expect to expect really. i dont want to expect and truthfully i have no desire to explain what the hell this all means, to anyone. not even to you. im not really sure who you is. maybe its me. maybe its a sign of schizophrenia? must be.
ive grown a much deeper appreciation for psychology.
i can explain what an analysis of variance is both definitionally and computationally.
i can watch american idol and call everyone on that show a whore and be completely satisfied with my night.
i can listen to the french anthem, i think? someone planted it on my computer. how absurd.
i can remember faces.
i can leave half bitten pieces of chocolate in a nicely packaged candy box on the coffee table.
i can do alot of cool stuff.
