Magic Doesn't Feel Like Your Scene

Last night was another night of not being able to sleep. I really hate it. I somehow woke up this morning in time to get ready for class. I sat in class and watched as a few groups did presentations. One group asked the class to write down something that's been bothering them (whether it be a problem you've had for a long time or a problem you've encountered recently). We were going to turn them in to them and they were going to hand out the papers back randomly. The problem I wrote was nothing special: Stressed From School and Money. I was really surprised though when the paper I got read: Fear of Being Worthless. It was strange to think about how someone in that class was feeling that way, and I would never know who it was. It actually made me kind of sad. I haven't thrown that piece of paper away, and I'm not sure if I will. Maybe I'm just too sensitive.

After class I sat around in my room. I tried to watch The Rules of Attraction online. I heard about that movie and it seemed pretty good. The only problem is that watch-movies.net mistakenly posted the film The Laws of Attraction. It took me a good 10 minutes to realize this. Finally I just gave up and decided I'd rent it when I visit Tracy next week.

My roommate and I planned on going to a party he had heard about. He decided it was a good idea to start drinking before. Things were cool, until our friend dared him to finish the rest of the handle of vodka. It wasn't a lot, but it was definitely enough to get him hammered. He almost puked twice. And there were constant arguments between him and our friend. Honestly, I think my roommate just feels he has to prove to everyone that he can party hard. It sucks because I really don't care if he parties hard or not. Either way he's a cool guy. He finally passed out in his bed after the guy who was supposed to give us a ride bailed because he too thought it was a good idea to start drinking early.

I sat here for a while listening to the newest song I recorded. Out of nowhere, lyrics started pouring out of me. It was intense. I didn't want to stop writing because I was afraid they would go away. Finally, the lyrics are done. They aren't the mad or sad lyrics I usually write. It's probably the first song I've written that wasn't upset and that I liked completely.

Almost every night I can hear loud and obnoxious people outside of the dorms. It's really annoying. If they want to yell and act stupid, they should do it inside their room. Or go to a playground.

This weekend sounds fun. My roommate told me about a party a girl is having on Saturday.

I can't wait to record my music next week. I'm really just excited to be able to sing as loud as I want, without worrying if someone outside my room can hear me.

Chicken tenders from the DC store are really good.