whooo blogging from my laptop in my room.... pretty crazy... yeah, so im leaving on saturday officially now.... sighz..... don't wanna... yeah and my college shopping is officially over... i've got a pile of stuff in the corner of my room labeled for college ie. a new desk lamp, a box of ramen etc... hehez.... phoooo i juss don't feel ready somehow, spoke to my new room mate last night... his name is Sina.... i think he's pakistani, or indian... im not too sure, sumthing like that..... oh yeah its kewl blogger has this service where i type an email to it and it posts the email up.... time saving i think, so im juss putting this in an outbox and sending it in the morning.... yup, lying onmy bed right now.... all blogger needs now is a way to protect post so that they are private, cuz it seems like a real pain to start another secret diary thing that i wanna write... to reciprocate the favor hehez...... siighz.... listening to violins.... its great, right now in my life, i've found my solid stand point.... i thought i did at the end of senior year... but i was wrong... looking back, i really was unsure of n/ething.... in a way, no one can really be sure of n/ething... but now i am pretty sure of a few things.... and it makes meeh happy... where i once thought other things did.... gahh im tearing sooo badly, i think its allergies or sumthing.... sumthing in the air maybe.. its annoying... alos a litto short of breath... oh yeah and im really badly out of shape.... clothes strewn all over my floor... and im still getting used to these big keys.... kinda bad cuz my hand needs to move father juss to reach a key... hmmmm cell finished charging,,,, wierd, its so much easier to talk to a person in person.... i think its cuz you can see their reactions physically to what you have to say etc.... went to borders yesterday i think, got this music notebook, and kay got a sketchbook, they were both "bargain" books, so buy-one-get-one-free.... hehez, so we picked up one of those giant "salvador dali" books.... his art is crazy, on the cover are three nnude figures standing in odd poses.... but when i back up a bit, i realized that it was actually a picture of a face.... and a cow drinking out of a pond.... yeah... something i've always wondered... is art meant so that an artist can convey an abstract meaning by drawn representations, or juss that the artist is inspired to create a piece which had an inner meaning that veiwers then derive... because it seems difficult, for a poet persay to create such a fluid piece of art that incorporates symbolism word to word, w/o the aid of a 2nd party interpreter creating meaning out of his words....getting tired... this isn't exactly wake-up music.... nite nite