With Paul’s encouragement I’ve decided to cultivate a new talent: I’m going to learn to play the ukulele. I would prefer to learn a more … accepted instrument, like the guitar, but my hands are just too small. So I’ve opted to go for an equally small instrument. I’m sure I’ll look comical and I will probably never play for an audience larger than my cat and my own reflection. And truthfully, this may be one of my shorter-lived endeavors. I may tire of it in a few weeks and throw it aside for my more familiar artistic talents that involve more color and a lot less musicality.

Sleep eludes me. My brain just doesn’t want shut down when I tell it to. Every single thought I have during the day revisits me as soon as I lay down. I used to have this same problem my first year of college. My solution then was fairly simple, I would listen to the Labyrinth soundtrack Jeremy copied to cassette for me. My roommate never noticed, she was usually out cold or gone for the weekend. Once I decided to try the other side of the cassette which was the soundtrack of Ghost in the Shell. Big mistake. It set my nerves on edge and made the room feel eerie.

I think I still have the cassette somewhere, but it doesn’t do me much good since I no longer have a tape player.

Last week I purchased Wonderfalls on DVD. It only took me about four or five days to watch the entire season. The only real side-effect I noticed from such a high concentration of sarcasm were a few strange and confusing dreams. In one of them I dreamt Doorknob and Seester were married … and a good portion of the dream was spent trying to figure out if they were really married or if they were just playing a very intricate joke at my expense. No conclusions have been reached.

I have decided that I should definitely watch Wonderfalls at regular intervals just to remind myself that there are indeed t.v. programs designed for my enjoyment … and they have all been cancelled.

That’s it. It’s damp and cold here and not very fun at all. I don’t have anyplace to go so tomorrow is going to be movie day. I’m going to watch movies half my generation doesn’t even know exist. I’m going to wear my pajamas all day and probably a blanket wrapped around me like a cape. I’m going to eat all those foods I love that smell funky and look worse. I might even do something completely unexpected and paint my toenails plaid or devote half an hour to non-stop headstands.

No one will be able to stop me. Just you wait and see.

I didn’t realize I was so close to 1400. There’s just something I don’t understand though. Why do you people keep coming back here?