it is the morning of a pretty day. 080808. I like the number 8. I think that people always like the number of their birthday month.

Much of the week before school starts has been spent being a homebody. In the day I watch some Moonlight Resonance, which is really very good, with my mother, and at night I settle into bed with my laptop typing furiously, talking to friends on MSN. In my idle time I think about everything and nothing. It's funny how the brain is so disorganised and hyperactive. I think about my relationships with various people, how my chemistry with each person is unique, how everyone has different answers to the same question I shoot at them, how they have different opinions of me when I am the same, how some easy things seem so difficult.