everything is not parallel

breathe in. breathe out.
...okay
the only thing that hasn't hurt my stomach for days is mission brand corn chips, banana/almond milk/organic peanut butter smoothies, and that's about it.
even when i drink water it hurts
weeeird!



anyways.
if i could snap my fingers and make something happen, i'd become a chiropractor and fix my bones.

i finally got one of my books for school in the mail! i had to re-order everything and this first one came within three days or something great like that.
i have to go to this salute to surrealism exhibit tomorrow for two assignments. yikes

umm...
ok i think i can go to sleep now

last night, me and my sister and my friend beth from oakdale formerly from tracy and formerly one of my hume roommates went to this church in santa cruz that i really like. and after, we got to see our friend valeri lopez and her friend andrea...hamilton i think..play a show in this little coffee house and it was so fun and so nice. i love seeing people use their music cuz i'm not using mine...that part kills me. i almost cried like 4 times [but you know me, i'm a hugeHUGE softie] because you can tell they just love it and they are putting use to what is inside of them and i just don't do it. it hurts, but it's all on me.

anyways. one of my dog's sleeps under my bed. but she goes in and out a million times in the night and morning. i stumble weirdly to the door to let her in and out because somehow it wont stay open. sometimes she tricks me into thinking she can't jump up onto my bed [it's pretty high. for storage space beneath. which i don't like but do like].....so she'll scratch my bed and whine until i pick her up sometimes, which is so hard to do when you're more than half asleep. even though she's only a yorkie. but you know what?! when she thinks i'm not gonna get up and pick her up, she jumps up all by herself. now, i know her tricks. little stinker...

i should be reading. for school and for fun and for self teaching. but instead i'm doing this. awesome. note sarcasm. because sometimes i don't like thinking and just keeping it in my head as thoughts. i have to do something about it.

i don't even know if anybody reads these which is totally fine because i used to want it to be a complete secret that i even kept a blog...mainly because of this. these random rambling run on thoughts that are pointless for anyone other than me.

ok [that's so jamaican of me to say ok before and after things. especially after. i like when i notice the little ways i talk like or do something like i'm with jamaicans. i was missing that place today...especially downtown.]