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~ samedi, mars 27, 2004 ~

Home isn't what I thought it to be. I've come back and stuff's changed... life isn't the same here anymore... not as I remember it. Some people have changed... family and friends... for better or for worse. I'm only here to visit.
This is day 2 of SpringBreak '04, and the high point of it all so far was yesterday at Casa de Sonja which really was oodles of fun but... yeah.
Today, I went to the optometrist's office and got air puffs blown into my eyes. Then I went to the Dr. Bautista DDS. to get my front teeth drilled without anesthesia. I think I feel stressed more over here than up in Davis. I have to worry about all this Greystone apartment crud and the government is making me sign up for Selective Service, and I need to change banks. I have to worry about all this financial aid and college expenses on top of all that. The air over here is soo tense that it kinda hurts to breathe it.
So I'm taking care of my aunt's doggie while they're away in Vegas and mon pere vraiment voudrait tuer le chien parce qu'il detest les animaux dans la maison. Alors, maman a des grandes problemes avec mon pere maintenant et la solution est vraiment incroyable... je pense que vous pouvez le devenir. dramuh is fun to know unless it's in your home. I swear, why can't people just get along and love each other!?
I hope that in the midst of all this chaos and crazeeness, "the Best is Yet to Come"- like that song I've been listening to all day by Nancy Wilson and Tony Bennett. I should know what I want from SpringBreak and I gotta go for it. People gotta go for what they want. If I don't make the effort to get it, then it wasn't worth it in the first place. If it was my only goal and it wasn't worth it in the first place, then my life for that time would have been worthless.
So yes, I'm going to get all this work done tonight and relax with TCM. Maybe make a cup of tea and some biscuits. Tomorrow is Saturday... I'll call Bishop... see if he's up for some catching up. Sunday Mass is going to be awesome... can't wait. And Monday, I'm gonna visit DHS... for some hugs. Tuesday, it's back to UCDavis and the world of flag-painting, room rearrangement, and exciting adventures. So if somebody were to ask me right now, at this exact moment in time, "where are you happiest?", I'd say

Davis.

But ask me the same question again on Tuesday... and I hope to say...

Home.

~Benjamin 3/27/2004 12:20:00 AM
~ mardi, mars 23, 2004 ~
A few minutes ago, some thieving hoodlums attempted to steal a bicycle from our building's bicycle rack. A few seconds ago, about 7 people from the building who witnessed the dastard deed in action went running past my window, after the brazen hooligans. That's right now, don't mess with D Building! ...even though D Building probably messes with you.

I'm starting to think that college really isn't for me. This whole studying thing is sooo not my thing and I don't even care all that much about grades. Call me frivolous or maybe I'm just in the wrong kind of classes. People have their priorities... mine are lost somewhere and I must find em.
But you see, I honestly don't care about making ridiculously profuse sums of money when I become older... that's not my goal in life. I mean, it might be nice but I don't see myself as being happy doing that. My happiness isn't fulfilled or secured by dollar signs (or euros)... but by ⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂⌂.
Have I ever told you some of my crazee dreams of owning a countryside bed & breakfast, or a metropolitan caf??

I always told myself that I never get annoyed. wrrrooonnnggg... people are starting to irritate me again. My feelings are the greatest example of melancholy thought; they are the purest epitome of analyst nature. Nobody knows what I am talking about right now. Perhaps I'm tired? Perhaps... goodnight everybody.

My last final is on Wednesday and I'm returning to my Duarte home on Thursday.

~Benjamin 3/23/2004 02:38:00 AM

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