The thoughts on my mind today:

I am going to completely copy the format of Jeff Philips' blog and tell you the song I am listening to when I begin the post.

Counting Crows: "Good Time"

Today, after I failed an Anthropology 149 Test about disease and shit (can you tell I was woefully underprepared?), I was walking to my car when I heard a very unfamiliar ring. It was my cell phone and it was my friend Christine. Now I was absolutely stunned because as far as I knew the cell phone was off. So Christine has the power to call and *turn on* my cell phone. Amazing. I know I turned it off last Sunday after the cross-country expedition and haven't used it since. I must've turned it on unknowingly or accidentally because I have absolutely no recollection of turning and leaving it on sometime during the week. Fascinating, I'm sure.

"I really love the red haired girls; I'm just another boy from Texas. Come on and take a spin; I gotta brand new pair of wings."

Today I was at Borders studying for my practice LSAT test tomorrow at 9am. In the morning. That's right; that's early. For a test. I'm going in without preparing much, to in a sense decrease my lower buffer boundary. This way, when I compare scores on future LSATs, my frame of reference will be such that a mediocre score is heads and shoulders above what tomorrow will yield. Heads and shoulders.

While I was there, an Oriental family was on the couch across from me and at one point, I looked up and felt so, hmmm, at ease at the sight. The young daughter, who by the way finished an entire book while she was in the store tonight, was sitting next to her father and reading, with her head on his shoulder looking completely comfortable and fluid, like only daughters and fathers can. It was a really nice image to see.

When I left, around 11, it was so fuckin foggy. "Densely" is probably a better word than "fuckin" but I really needed the emphasis. It was so incredible to drive home, not recognizing anything and each moment thinking I was somewhere else. Somewhere new. Everything looked different to me. And it was an adventure.

There was more that I thought of to say, but now an hour after I thought them, I cannot for the life of me remember any of them. My short-term memory is dying. I can't forget to restart my flax regimen tomorrow. Don't let me forget people.

Wish me luck tomorrow. I will not be happy.

JJ